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The Things I Do (When Missing You)

by Madison Bremer

 

Sometime after

The last time I said goodbye,

I found your toothbrush

Standing, neglected, next to mine.

Pinched between my two thin (too thin) fingers,

I contemplated the fragile plastic, eyes widening.

I placed it between my lips, reminiscing,

Hoping the taste of you would linger there.

But, on my tongue,

Disappointment and longing.

 

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