She woke up to that pillow , you know the one , The one that only you used , the one with
unrecognizable stains, cheap aftershave , and saliva . But there was no you . And then she rose
up from her bed stumbled her way to the bathroom and looked down at the sink . searching her
way through a fog of morning bed cravings and drowsiness for her toothbrush , but she picked
up yours . The one that she had picked out when you first moved in together , the one that held
memories of your mornings with each other , brushing your teeth in unison while you made
those stupid faces in the mirror . she always laughed at them . She decided not to brush her
teeth today . She got dressed quickly ignoring the side of the closet that still had your clothes
in them . every stitch , every piece of cotton seeming to call her a coward every time she looked
away , But she couldn't face them , because they still had your beautiful stench on them . She
then rushed in the kitchen , needing coffee, hoping it would burn going down . She needed the
burn , she needed the physical pain to bring her back to reality so she wouldn’t think of you ,
she needed to run , she needed to scream , she needed something that would rid her of the
pain that you still left behind even though you were long gone . And after the coffee , she felt better . Until she noticed that it was your mug …… only then did she cry .