arpunk

There is no pain you are receding.
I distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
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 can not put my finger on it now.
The child is grown.
The dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.