“Neverland.”

and we may never land on the value that sufferance cost us but Neverland is just one too many tube stops past caring and you won’t find happiness in the place where you lost it (it will be in the space that opens when ‘Born to Run’ plays through your headphones as you kick the first fallen leaves of autumn) and together Wendy we can live with the sadness then we’ll stick our hands in our pockets and find the stones we’ve carried have fallen down the valley of lost boys and lost things and we’ll tip our chins back to see the summit is ahead.

© Georgina Barley 2019

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