My balcony looks into the building next door
Which was at one time an architectural wonder
Home to a family, maybe
Or a solitary man
With too much money to buy happiness
Now its roof caves inward
And the neglect it has felt through the years is apparent in the
Ivy crawling up its walls
Only the moon and the cool breeze keep me company
It's the time when
The crowd of young people
Who drink away their troubles many a mundane night
Have been tucked away in their final destinations
And the city sleeps
Silence
Fills my ears
And serenity
Fills my mind
I close my eyes
Breathe in the salty air floating
Past me on its way from the sea

It's on quiet nights like these
I know
I am utterly
Insignificant