He left his toothbrush on my sink—a reminder so slight, yet it haunts me as surely as his touch.I pointed it out, as if I wished to free myself of it; he smiledas he walked out my door, and chained me with his leaving it there. And I, a fool to my own heart, left my razor in his bathroom—a bladeas sharp as he sees me, as useless as hope, bound to rust with the hours wasted.————————————–Lilly Purdon called us from Miami, FL.voicemailpoems.org/submit/facebook.com/voicemailpoemsx.com/voicemailpoemsbsky.app/profile/voicemailpoems.bsky.socialinstagram.com/voicemailpoems