Thoughts Of A Widowed Cartoonist

Your toothbrush is still here Waiting on the corner of the Sink under the mirror I haven't found the strength to throw it out Though I know I should It lets me pretend You'd laugh if you could see The way my head gets caught up writing Captions for the grief Boxed up into comic thoughts I found Colorful distractions To help me forget I don't know if it's sad or funny Little things I took for granted The bits and pieces of a life Everyday and unromantic They last beyond the poetry and lust When you and I've returned to dust They'll stay I let it disappear Sent it to the landfill knowing In a thousand years The bristles and the handle will be there More or less the same