Toothbrush / Trash

Today I just felt it for the first time
 Three months and one day after you died
 I realized that these photographs we have of you
 Are slowly replacing the subtle familiar
 Memory of what it's like to know you're in the other room
 To hear you singing on the stairs
 A movement, a pine cone, your squeaking chair
 The quite untreasured
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 In between times
 The actual experience of you here
 
 I can feel these memories escaping
 Colonized by photos narrowed down and told my mind erasing
 The echo of you in the house dies down
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 October wind blows
 It makes a door close
 I look over my shoulder to make sure
 But there is nobody here
 I finally took out the upstairs bathroom garbage that was sitting there forgotten since you were here
 Wanting just to stay with us
 Just to stay living
 I threw it away
 Your dried out, bloody, end-of-life tissues
 Your toothbrush and your trash
 And the fly buzzing around the room
 Could that possibly be you too?
 I let it go out the window
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 It does not feel good