two toothbrushes stand in a pot
only one has been used
but it will always remain
exactly where it was , untouched
two toothbrushes close together
like lovers looking out to the city
so linked ; feeling the warmth of the other
keep it that way , always that way
one toothbrush remains
isolated , broken , bruises
leave it alone ... distant ... unconscious ...
YOU ARE READING
ageing ...
Poetry.*+ develop through poetry +*. from springing to wilting ... reflect on the memories of the past think of yourself in the present don't regret it in the future - #8 in focus - hit 1k hit 2k
