we built this house
which was never meant to be built
because i was never there as one
of the architects.
but you were,
you had the idea of
building a house, you later called a relationship.
i was just passing by
asking you, were you building something
never had the gut to ask you if what you meant
was a relationship
so i kept going, helping you with
what you were doing. we were happy
building it, you were happy. the idea of relationship
and someone accompanying you made you happy
but you forgot
that i was just a stranger, not an architect
whom you needed
to help finish your realization of the idea of building— relationship
so there will never be a reason for me
to keep the house aground
nor live inside it cause i was never
a part of it since the very beginning.