The boy who lived rent-free
Once upon a time, there was a boy whose name I don't recall. He lived rent-free in my head. He didn't clean. He didn't watch TV. He didn't do much. He just lived there. Once upon a time, there was a boy who didn't pay the rent. He liked to dug my trunk of memories. He liked to put new ones. And everything he touched he stained with his smell but he didn't want to be blamed. And one day out, of the blue, he left, Leaving everything out of place. All the lights on, All the doors open, All the music on. He just left. Once there was a boy...