It was the longest day of the season
As it rustled in the winter wind
I just wanted to remind you somehow
That I’m so fond of you
And I carried your toothbrush
In my pocket all day.
Yeah I knew
It can not substitute your presence
But the temptation of your being around
In your fresh breaths
With your toothbrush.
Must’ve floated the foam of my longing
As I walked with it
In my hands
Dreaming about you
Talking to it
Probably the things you don’t know.
But it does –