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Frances Raeburn Nov 2023
My being is slipping
through your fingers now
like sand
the me I used to be
falling at your feet
tiny graduals of me
irritatingly present
transparent
incomplete
Frances Raeburn Nov 2023
If you love  me
even once in a while
talk me out of this
I am deep into another
mistake
Frances Raeburn Nov 2023
when there was nothing but money
to make
we made it
when there was no love to lose
we lost it
when there was no game to play
we played it
when there was nothing to say
we talked anyway
Frances Raeburn Nov 2023
When did those little boy arms
who depended so much on me
when did those little boy arms
become strong enough
to hold me
Frances Raeburn Nov 2023
If  I could paint your sunrise
in the colours that you choose
trust me , I would
except I know
you haven’t paid quite enough
attention
to blue, yet.
Frances Raeburn Nov 2023
Tonight
I would like to topple the world
so we all fell out
into the abyss
together
and we were all scared
together
no colour no creed
in the mist of all that fear
I would grab your hand
I know I would
and I know
You would grab mine
too
Frances Raeburn Nov 2023
I have read
Yeats and Kavanagh
Oscar too
How can they write beautiful
while I flounder here
bereft of a phrase
or two
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