There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant shipâ€™s smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I canâ€™t hear what youâ€™re sayinâ€™.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.
Sometimes I wish I could hold onto this numbness. Things would be so much easier that way.