There are times when I lie alone at night and the sound of the street permeates through my single paned bedroom window. The occasional screech and siren disturb my restless sleep and I have to go through the motions of emptying my head so that I can fall back. There are also times that I awaken and stare into the empty space next to me and see your ghostly face.
This is the last time I say as drift back of to sleep. The last time I cry at the sight of your eyes, the last time I cry out your name while I fuck myself, the last time I recite these lines.
These are the motions that I go through as I try to shove the last memories of you out of my brain.

I looked down at the cat at my feet, picked him up and flung him out the window. I tried to put as much spin on him as I could and it looked like it was working. Head over feet around tail. I watched him secede to gravity until he met the ground. Landing on his paws, he shook his head and looked up at me.
"See, I told you so."
"C'mon one more try," I pleaded.
The cat turned around and walked away. Disregarding the can of tuna that I had bet him. Content in the fact that he was right.

The first thing that I noticed was that my fingers weren't even twitching. The whole thing was just lying there, lifeless and still. It had yet to drain and fade and lose its life like color. The end where it seperated from my shoulder was a bloody stump and there was sinew and veins dangling from the end. It appeared to have rebelled against my body and detached itself for what it perceived to be a better existance.
I picked the limb up and examined it. Completely unaware of the messages that my nerve endings were sending. Their screams falling upon a deaf brain.
One of the first things I noticed was that I had no fingerprints. The same hand that had slapped others, including myself, in the face had no discerning characteristics. It seemed to morph into everything that I had tried to grasp and couldn't.
I stared at it for hours, trying to contemplate it's benefit. It occured to me that I could learn to write with my left hand and proceeded to toss it into the empty dumpster to my right.