It's Easier To Write Than To Believe Poem by Not Long Left

Inside a crumpled jumper was a crumpled you,
Fading inwards, thick head becoming transparent.

A face, white with the reminders of the past
Frozen with thought gazes out of the splintered window.

A crack which your mind can replace but your wrinkled
hands cannot. Our faces smile at you from those

yellow smoke stained walls. We smile nowdays too
just a little more knowing and rather more distanced.

Swirling the spoon inside your trusty old mug
the outside world drifts into insignificance.

Slowly stubbing the over used cigarette, I mirror
your movements without realising. Sleep comes

sudden when time has no meaning. I disolve you
with a musty blanket and leave the room.