Skyscrapers
Did you see her? I guess you didn't.
Since then, she never went out again. She hid all herself for years inside those tall apartments and buildings. She walked through strap-like hallways and crawled under low surfaced ceilings. She used to be inside since then. She concealed her melancholiness and never gave the world a chance to see her once more. She was an outside person actually, but not anymore.
I just lately learned all of these about her. I searched for all the streets in London and Paris, but never found a hint of her. Not knowing she's immured behind those thick walls of concrete edifices.
Now, I cautiously observe every single window of an apartment, building, and skyscraper. I keep an eye on every single windowpane, hoping one day you'll cabbage the curtains and take a glance. Lucky enough if you'll open the glass that separates you from me. Luckier if you'll dare to open a door, and let the world to see your face we missed the most.
Copyright © Hansteven Selfa | Year Posted 2016
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