Tuesday, October 25, 2011

His inhaler fell off the bedside table during the night, it was when you reached for you phone at what seemed like four a.m. your hand swiping in the dark at the contents of that table top.
You notice it in the morning, hiding under the fan on the floor. this one item he's left accidentally at your house. Next to your bed, the sight of his longest residence in your home. It makes you cry
or rather
it makes you try not to cry, this blue and plastic tube.
You hiccup down your tears
and put a cup of hot hot coffee to your mouth
an attempt to burn out the memory of him
and the hope of his return.