May 23, 2011:
I rented my childhood apartment.
I can point to where the lamp was. The kitchen table, bookshelves, stereo. I've inherited some of that furniture and can put it in its exact spot.
What's lost can never be replaced.
My mother, the girls I made love with in high school and college.
I'll leave it empty. I'll sit on the floor with my laptop and guitar, write and play, listen to the echo.