I Could'Ve Been A Poet Poem by Not Long Left

too long have we battled through the storm
clearing up debris with weary fingers, picking
up shards of broken dreams shattered by
the sadness of our reality. The babies are
no more, only in the pictures do they remain
ours. Twenty years ago I would have spent
the nightly hours watching you sleep, my love
for you was always strongest then. in sleep
you was pure, a girl dreaming of nanna's
smile, and grandpa's funny afternoon snore.

but now whilst you sleep I sit blurry eyed
watching low budget sex movies lusting
silenty after the black vixen with her shimmering
river nile legs. the old friend wakes reminding
me that thier is life after a ten year sleep, then
comes the stirring of shame. I am too old for this.
hauling up my tired frame, groping through
the darkness I put myself to bed and wipe
the spittle from your wrinkled mouth.