Living On My Balcony

 I lived on my balcony for two long years yearning for the long-forgotten sea

Sometimes I flush my toilets to calm my brain, to watch the water rush and collapse

I often drop called my mother, only to lie to her that I was busy 

While and sit and crave her half-baked conversations. 

When I pack my bags to finally make it home, I realize

That I like home as nostalgia. 

What a bitch!