Monday, 16 September 2024

Frankie

Don't talk to me and pause, pretend an interesting life, we've heard it all before, then your letter suddenly appears, from someone she despises, Kobe, Manilla, Tangiers, even if she's your daughter, sea ports and rivers don't lie, she died when you walked, a missive reminder to cheer, forgot how she cried, you sailed from every pier, waved off laughter ta ra, she writhed and tossed aside, all the stuff you wrote, the bottle no longer cheers, sometimes we dance alive, others what we fear, she sings on every tide.

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