Yesterday, I took the empty tube of toothpaste off my shelf,
squeezed the very last blue juices from its flattened head,
and tossed it in the bin beside the toilet.
It had been half full when he left, squashed in the middle,
lying indolently on the top shelf
alongside his small roll-on deodorant and the cotton buds I’d bought for his itchy ears.
I took the little plastic bag from beside the toilet,
tied the handles in a double knot
and put it outside in the big green bin.
The sliver of soap in the shower will last a few more weeks,
its demise slowed by the departure of the fluffy plastic loofah thing he loved to lather.
In another month or so I might kneel on the floor in my bedroom
and reach back into my bottom drawer
to dig out the post-its and letters and random memories –
but really, it ended yesterday
with an empty toothpaste tube
nestled amongst used tissues, dead hair, and a naked toilet roll.
Featured in All Out Emotion
The Beauty of Poetry
and The Wonderful World of Words ~ thank you!