if i loved you, i would try
to say all that i what i want to say
but i don’t.
so i am
rising in the new skies, that are now real to me
a figment of what could have been
so i be.
here, with me.
ascending past you like growing skyscrapers
like the ones that shield you every day
towering like fantasies
you admire their beauty
wanting to craft, create and conquer their stature
afraid of heights
too timid to climb the scaffolds of another skyscraper because,
yours is not stable, still under construction
so you stay there
in the limbo between growth and the ground
with moments of gumption and even more of doubt
you live in a comfort zone
staring at your reflection in the glass
the only thing that keeps you from falling down below
windows are stained from your fingerprints because you are grasping for a grip
you say love sky scrapers
but if you loved them like you say you do
you would try to climb them, like you want to
but you don’t.
so you stand there
a love surreal.