Sunday, June 6, 2010

June 6th, 2010

i am trying not to run away

he holds himself rigid on the sofa,
still in his pyjamas
his coffee not yet cool on the small table beside him

this was a relaxed morning with a newspaper and
sunday morning love
until they started arguing
about something small
but it wasn't small
it was a metaphor for something huge
and the tears
and the pacing
and the but you aren't listening
and the i am trying so hard
and the where do we go from here?

these things happen
like minor earthquakes, like smaller tsunamis
they come out of nowhere and suddenly
everything changes
shifts occur

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