Last+Night

“Last Night” by Carlyn Hubert After you left, upstairs I walked- past a pile of clothes in the hallway, tripping over the sweater I wore to dinner. Sitting on my bed, tears began to fall. I went to my dresser for a tissue, reaching over the movie ticket stub from last weekend. Slowly, I walked over to my mirror, where I dabbed at my tear-streaked cheeks, my eyes drawn to the glint of the necklace you got me. Seeking distraction, I turned to the computer. The picture of the beach somewhat calmed me until I saw your smiling face laying next to mine. Resorting to music, I plugged in my iPod. As the songs shuffled through a playlist, lyrics screamed your name. I went to sleep so I could not think, feeling better upon waking, until noticing my damp pillowcase this morning. I turn on the news, finding some reassurance: The world was still turning, despite the night before. I begin to brush my teeth, but my toothpaste only tastes like the gum you used to chew.