You left your toothbrush here. I can't bring...

You left your toothbrush here. I can't bring myself to throw it out. It's been two months. The toothbrush just sits there. Mocking me. I should mail it to you. Or toss it. Or something. But then you're really gone. The toothbrush is all that's left. Pathetic, I know. But here we are.