In the beginning I was flying, over mountains, over
oceans and over your heart. I used
to enjoy fairy dust and foolish games. Yours was
the boat of the strange captain, the light of a heart
that was born from stars, a treasure
chest of happy thoughts. Yours was Neverland. A world
we on which we can never land. We floated…
and floated still. Until the gods said enough
and forcefully commanded that we
fall.
We never fell
together.
We
fell
apart.
So I have landed,
Bruised
Tired
Relieved
Relief did
come, in
a land so foreign
yet so familiar. I saw
a hand reaching for mine,
without thinking
but with great feeling
I reached out.
Instead of pulling
me up, he held
my hand and with a sense
of urgency sat beside me.
There was no invitation to fly,
nor to float.
There was
A promise
To stay.
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