blue toothbrush

You took the records and the good pan,

the plant you swore was yours. It wasn't.

But the blue toothbrush in the cup —

you left that like a lit window.

And I can't throw it out,

and I can't use it, obviously.

It just stands there being blue

next to mine like nothing happened.

Smallest roommate I've ever had.

Loudest thing in the bathroom.

I practiced in the mirror once:

"you left something." Too casual.

"you left something..." Too sad.

I put the phone down.

The toothbrush watched me do it.

And I can't throw it out,

and I can't use it, obviously.

It just stands there being blue

next to mine like nothing happened.

Smallest roommate I've ever had.

Loudest thing in the bathroom.

Maybe you left it on purpose.

Maybe you just forgot.

Both of those keep me up,

just in different rooms.

It just stands there being blue.