Then I hugged you,
huggedyou?—
held you in my arms.
And sure, youcriedwhen you came…
…a once-in-a-lifetime thing,
soul-shattering,
explosive shared orgasm…
A single tear.
And it was poetry.
Like a musical note sliding down his face,
looking for me.
Mine? My tears always came out like the live version of a song,
bleeding out of me,
sloppy, acoustic, no edits,
barely catching my breath…
I’m crying so hard
my ribcage might break into pieces.
It hurts to breathe. My throat’s raw.
Everything in me’s hollow.
As if he took a knife to my insides,
scraped the soul out,
and left nothing behind
but skin and shaking.
I check my phone.
Again.
Again.
Again.
Maybe I missed it.
Maybe the wifi cut out.
Maybe I blinked at the wrong second
