Things just weren't the same.

   The flowers once flowing with color like a fire work pressured before bursting,
Did not
bloom as bright.

   and the birds,
The birds with pleasant cries of the lost warriors who had finally found their home,
were hushed
under
dark grey skies,
Weighing heavy on the ground
Like your mind weighed heavy on you.

   The island held a ghostly hue.
Home is where the heart is, but the heart is empty like the skeleton of where we lived.

   It was not ours anymore.

   This was where we never grew up.
This is where everyday was another adventure.

   This is where we fought pirates, and swam with mermaids.
We looted the seas, and took over the caves.
This place was ours.

   We'd soar through the skies, and sleep on clouds.
This place was ours.

     "Wendy?"
     "Wendy!" they called.

     The lost boys, they've grown up. The magic is gone.
It seeped through their skin, uprooted like a rag **** through cracked cement.

     I clasped a hand around the string around my neck.
Until My shaken ghostly fingers held the old oxidized necklace that held my thimble.

     Never land hasn't been the same since Peter had gone