rental room

it is gone.

i can see every last detail and I can smell

the crisp window air

in my head and I remember all the

quirks (the door that could knock you out and the shower that was

always clogged)

my friendly workstation

sitting in the revolving chair and

looking proudly at the bed i made but

now all I can do

is look at the picture in my head

and fill up my eyes

because I am gone from it

but it is not

gone from me.