I saw her childhood photos-
my wife of thirty years.
That innocent age I never knew-
the guilt my mind now hears.
Were in our twenties when we met-
were free of childish things;
but now would welcome the return-
the innocence childhood brings.
I wonder had I seen those pics
years and years ago,
would I’ve done more to keep in mind
the girl I didn’t know?
I can’t relive those thirty years,
but the next ones are on me.
Layer by layer I’ll strip away
til that little girl I see.
Hunger and Thirst 