Toothbrush

It has been 14 years since he left.

I hope he still remembers
The way my waist
perfectly fit in his palms.
Our late-night kiss
How I always wanted to hold him a tiny bit more
before he leaves.
His whispers
Tell me his feelings, in my sleep.
His giggles,
and the scribbled writings
Those fragments of memories I kept.

How deeply I carve
To once more feel his lips
And feel the warmth of his tight ribs
I never expected
that he was going to leave
And I'm forever in grief

If I were to go back in time
I would have held you a bit longer that day
Cooked for you your favourite breakfast
Asked if you could stay,
For five more minutes

I'd make you
Some coffee
And you got to work late
And did not get hit
By that bus.
And we, could forever be
Us.

His toothbrush
has grown its hair
It has been there
For 14 years
And I have been here, dying
Since that morning
It always feels like you are always there.


drwaste, 05,2022


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I have collected over 3000 cursed images (don't ask why). I love writing poems based on them.


I know, that's weird.