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.