Your words were sculptures that brought the finest hands to shame

They formed castles and cathedrals,

oceans and mountains,

its own Wonder of the World

When you spoke of our future you wove a whole universe

and we were the Gods.

But you know I've always hated facades;

you know I believe once I see and your letters and paragraphs and declarations of love!

were just cardboard cutouts

Of what you merely wished to do for me,

for Us

But you made it seem impossible,

as if you could not

So you did not.