a surrealist you are.

if i loved you, i would try

to say all that i what i want to say

but i don’t.

so i am

intentionally silent

and

unapologetic

rising in the new skies, that are now real to me

you are

a figment of what could have been

surreal

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

still

and unapologetic.

a love surreal.