"This Space For Rent" reads a sign in the courtway building. I turn away feeling sad For reading that it's available on the net brings thoughts. None of them bad. I whistle as I work at home 459 miles away. And I think of Nick and smile at our one fine day. We made love in a glow that never once dimmed No window within a long sight For once it didn't feel like a one-night stand It felt like it was right. There were many before and many later, but that was a time I doubted I would ever be Accept who I was I could never do Until just before I left for St.P Gay Pride? I don't contribute to the funds And I don't because I don't shop at Lunds' Shakespeare Avenue I played as a child Passed by on the bus but haven't in a little while. Where was I when I dreamed of having to choose? I stole no coat and I didn't lose. Shakespeare Avenue? In Chicago? You Know? One year completely buried by snow. I thought about it, considered calling out of the blue. "How much is this space for rent? The one on Shakespeare Avenue?" But it hit me: This can't happen, this won't do Because the world has changed for all who care I'll take a knife to my memories And slowly, slowly pare. If I close my eyes I can see. The warm summer night I saw I really was falling again and was, for a moment, raw. but it happened the way it always does With something I wasn't in And I was laid bare revealing nothing within.
Reason for writing:
Explaination: During the summer I departed for Chicago, I met a guy named Nick who stayed on Shakespeare Avenue near Kimball, an area I actually played on when I was a child and passed by when my grandmother lived on St.Louis and Wilson. We had sex and I thought we were going somewhere because we were kissing before and after the act, and went to the store together. A week later after not hearing from him, I went to Charlie's and was accused of stealing a jacket from his friend's car, which was bull, because I don't steal. There's the excuse for getting rid of me. But I always loved that area of Shakespeare Avenue, and, for nostalgia purposes was looking at a rental site in Chicago when I came across a building on Shakespeare very close to where I played and not far from the deal with Nick.
Birth sign: Aries
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