"Go gather up and bag her things,"
advised my therapist.
I thought that I was thorough
but one item had been missed.

Perhaps this oversight was due
to my compulsive rush;
perhaps 'twas fate--but recently
I spotted your toothbrush.

'Twas with the rest, so I can see
how it escaped--got by.
And as time passed, right there
it stayed and never caught my eye.

I didn't think about it as
small consequence was this.
But with the fall, small things like that
prod me to reminisce.

Then, somehow your old toothbrush
ended up--I don't know how--
beside mine in another cup;
where both are standing now.

'Twas one day, at my bathroom sink,
this placement, I did find.
It looked so perfect, just as if
it'd all been planned--designed.

My senses sharpened quickly
as the view, I did behold.
This simple scene was flawless
and the statement made was bold!

Your toothbrush, standing there with mine;
together, each one leaned.
I know, not, how this came about;
perhaps fate intervened!

That plastic cup upon my sink
was empty--last I knew.
Was it now holding metaphors
depicting me and you?

These implements were side by side.
It was a poignant sight.
I stared with awe and wonder.
'Twas so simple. Seemed so right.

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So if you ever visit me
the welcome's all warmed up.
My arms are always open
and your toothbrush's in the cup.

Dave Varg