Toothbrushtrash

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Today I just felt it for the first 
time
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Three months and one day after you 
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died
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I realized that these photographs 
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we have of you
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Are slowly replacing the subtle 
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familiar
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Memory of what it's like to know 
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you're in the other room
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To hear you singing on the stairs
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A movement, a pine cone, your 
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squeaking chair
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The quiet untreasured
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In between times
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The actual experience of you here
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I can feel these memories escaping
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Colonized by photos narrowed down
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 and told my mind erasing
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The echo of you in the house dies 
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down

 ~pretty piano comes in~

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October wind blows
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It makes a door close
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I look over my shoulder to make sure
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But there is nobody here
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I finally took out the upstairs 
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bathroom garbage
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that was sitting there forgotten 
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since you were here
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Wanting just to stay with us
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Just to stay living
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I threw it away
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Your dried out, bloody, 
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end-of-life tissues
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Your toothbrush and your trash
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And the fly buzzing around the room
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Could that possibly be you too?
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I let it go out the window
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It does not feel good