Apt. Nostalgia

Saturday, July 18, 2009: I stood there and looked t the white walls. They were the same white walls I had known before, a long time ago. The apt. seemed smaller, a space that in my imagination had been twice as big. The shower. I looked at the shower with longing. The new person had changed the shower curtain. The new one was white with some black flowers. I had to leave it. I knew I couldn’t stay. It hurt so much that when I got got down to the street, I cried.


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