Curled up one night,
my love holding me tight,
she asked me "Why
do you always keep open
that window at night?"
"The air helps me breathe"
I lied "and so I have good dreams."
"Alright" She sighed and dreamt away.
She never heard me honestly say
"Because I'm lost".
And then so too was she.
I still leave that portal open
in case he should alight
and find a my window
closed and painted tight,
able only to cast his shadow
taunting for me to follow
off to Never Never Land.
