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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

no apologies and no regrets

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


~ Lizzy

Jamesy,

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

The Bossman

I'm glad your toothbrush looks quietly pleased!

Bossyben!

No Bossman.
Hers was "quietly pleased"
mine was

Looking distinctly satisfied with itself