Visions

I poured the foundation from a glance you didn’t mean Hung chandeliers from sentences you barely finished saying I drafted every balcony from the way you leaned in once Designed a spiral staircase out of accidental touch I’m not impulsive I’m visionary I just fast-track destiny The skyline looked so good on paper I forgot to buy the land Sketched a garden in the margins of a half-extended hand You blink, I build a rooftop You laugh, I sign the deed You hesitate for half a breath I upgrade it into “need” No cracks just open concept No doubt just depth perception If the walls start shifting that’s just dynamic space If the door won’t stay closed it’s an airy, modern place I don’t ignore the warning signs I repurpose them as beams Every “maybe” turns load-bearing in the cathedral of my schemes You said, “Let’s keep it simple.” I installed a second floor You said, “We barely know each other.” I added three rooms more Now I’m standing in the foyer of a house you’ve never seen Giving tours to empty hallways calling it “what could have been” And if it all collapses? That’s just gravity’s opinion. I’m not impulsive I’m visionary I just fast-track destiny I’ll rebuild it even taller with improved delusion.