(Almost) Three.
I stared at the bathroom cabinet.
Bleary-eyed.
A million memories, a trillion flashbacks.
Today, I poured lotion from a jar into a bottle, in the same spot where I sat and watched him decant his hair-gel into a pot, so many weeks ago. I liked the way he held the spoon..the infinite care in his movements. It warmed me. The tap of the tub on the table, to remove the air bubbles.
I stared at the bathroom cabinet.
Exhausted.
A million memories, a trillion flashbacks.
We clung to each other, then. Like it would never end, and the good times would always roll on. Who knew, our wishes in the night would fly away like birds at dawn? The same one we watched from our window at the end of that first, resplendent year. That goofy seagull.
We clung to each other, then. Like we wished it hadn't ended. With tears, mingled in the dark. Dozing, only to reawaken to sobs and sadness. I cannot forget the pain, though I try. I cannot forget your face, though I try. Wasn't it always going to come to this, somewhere down the line?
I stared at the bathroom cabinet.
Unconvinced.
A million memories, a trillion flashbacks.
It was empty, once you left. There were spaces left behind that your soul still fills. I took that mouthwash down off the bathroom ledge, and smashed it on the floor. In grief and fury I sunk down, and the blue seeped into my skin, just like you had. Indelible.
I stare at your pillow, in the dark. How did you look in your sleep, your cooler form next to mine? I'm already beginning to forget. I don't want to forget. I have to forget. Like dreams, it all slips away with the day, and more in the darkness, so replete. I can almost hear you breathe again, if I try hard enough.
I stared at the bathroom cabinet.
A million memories, a trillion flashbacks.
Alone.
I shut the bathroom cabinet
door and turned
off the
light.