I was once lucky enough to have a balcony
It overlooked the sea
My legs would hang off and
my feet would touch the sand
The breeze blew and blew,
but never knocked it down
I would drink tea with seagulls and
shake the hands of fishermen sailing by
The sun and rain would stop by too
They never got along, but I made time for both of them
I collected my ashes in a small tin can,
But my neighbors complained about the low tide
I don’t have a balcony anymore
There was a great storm
It is buried under years of
memories and distance
and what we all thought was love
