She isn't really there

Breath hurried in her ear
As tongue and teeth graze neck
A slow sigh escapes her
Hands reach to hold something
anything
But she isn't really there

She is in her kitchen
Looking out a window
considering the dishes
Because this is just another biological betrayal
Brought on by one more person
she won't hear from again

Dinner was over
They were saying goodbye
He said he didn't know what to do
Because he wanted to kiss her
So she let him

He will ask her to come to his car
To go home with him
He will say she is beautiful
As he undresses her
But she isn't really there

She is in her kitchen
Looking out a window
Considering the dishes
Because her heart has frozen
Belongs to someone else
She won't hear from again

She drapes an arm over him afterward
As he catches his breath
She makes small talk
raises her chin to look at him
But she isn't really there

Kitchen
Window
Dishes
Because she's only here for reassurance
That she's alive
That she can be heard from again