questions for an abandoned toothbrush

why do you sit here still?
behind the toothpaste and the razor
is it that you find the company of my toothbrush
endearing, though you might envy it?
what is it that you dream about
in the wee hours of each morning?
are you waiting for him to remember you
and find his way back home?

do you miss the scent of mint on his breath?
do you even remember that?
it's been one hundred and seventy one days since
he had walked out on you and i
does your heart quicken at the sound of
footsteps approaching the door?
only to find it's me and never him
and it's never him anymore

why do you sit here still?
believing he would want you back
as another sun sets, would you wonder if
he thinks of you (though you know he doesn't)?
and would you ever forgive me
if i took you away? i really ought to
for what hope is there he might remember you
and find his way back home?