Betrayal

We lie in bed and wonder
will it ever be safe
to dream again
And what would we dream of
when there is no love left
to hold us together,

only false memories
shot full of holes
with no thread of hope
that we might wake up
in a better place
anywhere but here

The lies I told
soak deep into your skin
leaving a stain that remains—
a permanent mark
carried into old age
never to be worn away

This poem was first published in Decanto, December 2014.

 

©Daniel von der Embse