She’s no longer complicated by the phantom limb that is me.
The universe is one fucked up place
Signals are being mixed
It is like I have been inexpertly rewired
We lay in bed staring at the ceiling
My cock still wet from her entry
Her labia, open and coated with our combined coupling
We had hoped for more… emotion?
I imagined the end would be something else
But it was just the end.
Her legs drop over the bed’s edge
She stands looking down at…me.
Naked and pathetic, a husk.
The loss will be more theoretical than real
She had lost me years ago.
All that is left is…
A modulated numbness.
