When it all comes crashing down, it’s the bits and pieces that will fuck you to pieces.
It’s finding a strand of her hair on your pillowcase.
It’s grabbing for the wrong toothbrush.
It’s scrolling passed the Spotify playlist that was made just for you.
It’s getting your toes smashed by her falling shampoo and conditioner bottles. I don’t know why they make those fucking things so goddamn big.
It’s discovering all her articles of clothing that went missing in action.
It’s feeling your feet brush against yet another one of her hair ties.
It's searching for the courage to toss the red lipstick stained coffee cup sitting on the nightstand, undisturbed, like nothing ever happened, like she’s going to walk right in and take another sip.
By Cole Schafer.
P.S. One day these one-minute writings will be a big book called “One Minute, Please.” Can I let you know when that day comes? You can say yes, here.
Originally published at coleschafer.com on December 17, 2018.