Things You Touched

I picked up your blue hairbrush I held it a while today The hair between its bristles Still smells of your hairspray I drank my morning coffee In the mug that has your name On its rim still dressed in red Is the slightest lipstick stain I put your reading glasses on To read the Sunday news I went to the bedroom closet To dust your favorite shoes Your pillow still lays beside me With the smell of your perfume Though you're gone your beauty's there To fill an empty room It brought back all those memories Through all the things I clutched I've held you close all day long Through all the things you touched