Trust Lost

Around the bend in the road
lays a lie,
that tells you it’s white
but it’s black
as the hole you dug for her

Layer after layer of mud slung dirt
covers like a soiled
blanket, still as a lake with no wind,
still and undisturbed
as a coffin of pine needles, woven

In the starless night trust is lost amongst
the Milky Way.

©  right now, Denise A White    sad • pain • loss