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...