toothbrush and socks

a ratty, mangled tooth brush and

two years of lost socks scattered throughout my house,

is what i am left with.

i go to bed alone.

i wake up alone.

i brush my teeth,

and there lies the toothbrush.

i can't get myself to toss it to the curb,

much like you did me.

i feel that the moment i do that

all hope is gone

and you'll never come back.

chances are,

you aren't coming back,

but i know the day i toss it is the day i not only lose you,

but i lose myself too.

your sock habits always made me giggle.

from holy socks to your moms floral, fuzzy socks,

you always left them everywhere.

we could be mid supper

and you would bend down to take them off.

i used to find it annoying,

constantly picking up smelly socks

in the weirdest of places,

but now when i find those socks

that i hadn't found before,

it brings me happiness.

i don't know if i will ever be able

to get rid of your toothbrush

or if i will ever find the last of your socks,

but i hope that i don't

because the day that happens

is the day i'm forced to say goodbye.

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