The Fault

I saw the fault in stars

dying behind your eyes,

the betrayal in promise

to another moment that could

have been a requiem,

and though I know nostalgia

is better in my head,

I still wake to the ghost of you

filling this empty bed.

  

© Phen Weston 2015

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