and my toothbrush looks quietly pleased

[mat james]

Missing you

Bitter, twisted, paranoid
Sinking into unknown void

I search for laughter in your eyes
Finding loathing and despise

Where is the sparkle in your blue?
Where is the gold in you?

Yesterday,
I found some bulbs
Old and dry
like me

I planted them
Perhaps they will blossom
in spring...

...Your toothbrush is back!
Looking distinctly satisfied with itself
Like my cat
After a night on the prowl

And my toothbrush
looks quietly pleased…


Edited and aranged by Matj

[lizzytysh]

no apologies and no regrets

... but a lovely poem and one I understand .


~ Lizzy

[Boss]

Jamesy,

I'm glad your toothbrush looks quietly pleased!
Fuck it, mine is in the cupboard, dry and unused.

The Bossman

[mat james]

I'm glad your toothbrush looks quietly pleased!

Bossyben!

No Bossman.
Hers was "quietly pleased"
mine was

Looking distinctly satisfied with itself