displaced

I remember waking up and thinking you were next to me. I could have sworn I smelled your leftover cologne on my blanket. I even thought your shirt was still on my bathroom floor from the time we danced in the shower until I realized…. it was mine. Your toothbrush no longer leans on mine, your cologne no longer rests on my vanity.

I’m soaking wet, crouched in the corner of the shower mixing my sadness with regret, accompanied by shallow beats of the heart that was once there.

When will you come back? When will this all end?

I’m displaced since I am no longer placed near you.

 

 

11.26.19 ~  I heard a couple fighting in public. The girl yelled, “THEN TAKE YOUR TOOTHBRUSH”. This is my take on her feelings after he takes his toothbrush back.