The Lonely Seek Solace On The Streets Below Poem by Not Long Left

Two not yet lovers
kissing under the
tender glow of a
street light.
He smiles,
she blushes
and the world winks.

A women craddles
a teething, tired baby
Tenderly she kisses
his fragile head.
The child nuzzles
itself against her
warm pillowed breast.
And the world sighs.

An old, old wife pushes
her crippled husband
down the silent street,
she stops, clasps his
hands and they look
up at the clear sky.
He shivers a little,
and she covers his
taunt torso with a
tartan blanket.
Slowly they slide into
the gentle night.

Curtains are drawn
and I sleep with a smile,
that shall not be there
come morning.