How did I end up on this balcony?
All the water's rushing beneath me.
All the sun's shining above me.
No resemblance of man.
Only empty chairs and leftover puddles of water.
Is it a sign?
Indentation's in the seats of women who sat before me.
Now tailored perfect to my behind.
The sun's beating down harder and I start to sweat.
It's soon to evaporate the puddle of water.
Will it rain again?
I hope it waits 'till I've had time to travel to the water.
by Jentri
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