Sunday, September 28, 2008

Placid

I walk- you watch me, not a word exchanged.
You breathe- I catch you, and the walls are screaming change.
Your weakness- my flesh cries, and our ties are rearranged.

The comfort of consistency is stronger than any love story could bellow.

2 comments:

Jesse Mendez said...

I can't say that I don't Identify. I found myself driving by her car on Monday... I stopped, looked at it, kept driving.

I must move on. I have. I will not collapse. Thank you for moving me into expression.
love,
jesse

Tremenda Trigueña said...

It's interesting that you interpreted that piece to be about someone I'm not with anymore. I love how the same words take on completely different life depending on the recipient. Thanks for stopping by!