I’ve spent countless days on this balcony, watching the street below, daydreaming, chatting with friends, or sometimes hiding from the world

but I can’t remember any specific memories, I can’t recall my neighbors passing under, or any words uttered on the balcony, or any fantasies flitting in my mind

all I can see is the black fence saving me from the edge
all I can feel is the swirling design
all I can smell is the trace of iron on my numbed fingers after they’ve tired of mindlessly tracing the iron wrought fence that I would always look past

-- Melody E., 9th-12th Grade