That room...I remember

Tinkles and poo
 would be the purpose of this room
but there was something else
 the lingering smell of the "special" ciggarettes
The revamped, remodeled, and rehashed mechanicals shells
of a
4 inch television.
It shared it's life with you...
I remember the ash tray--perched on the window sill
a sill always open
I remember the aftershave brush that sat in the cabinet
with the aroma of spices and oldness
I remember...
and I miss those moments of past.