It's hard for her to believe he's dead,

It is hard for her to believe he’s dead.
The bristles on his toothbrush are still wet;
flecks of Aquafresh splattered across the mirror smear when she touches them.
The last of the toothpaste has been squeezed out
and a single strand of hair, his hair,
is caught in the dried blue clumps that cling to the rim of the mangled tube.