i was never an architect

we built this house

which was never meant to be built

because i was never there as one

of the architects.


but you were,

the architect.

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.

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