SUPPER TIME IN PARIS

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what has happened to my heart
something’s falling, something’s closing
words have been robbed from the rain
the rain washes nothing from my brain

your shadows enter my blood
like rusty nails; all defence fails
suffering is love untrained
a child attempting to rationalise in vain

i can no longer run
from a place that has no time
your stanzas bear no resemblance
to the world you destroyed in spite of me

a mother who is alone, an ostracised conviction
solitude that through friendships didn’t get broken
where do i drag my blistered longing
for a dining table or a secret to a whole being

through the cruelty of the night
i betray myself, paris and other ilnesses
still my heart’s allegiance remains
with those who have nothing to hide

paris, february 2026

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