I feel numb, but only in my arm;
That's where the work goes.
It creeps along stealing away
all I should be feeling.
Besides it's existence,
For existence doesn't fade away
Till there are none that remember
And so
It reminds me of forgetting you
Becoming numb to your receding touch
Until it's memory is but a mere and faint brush
A pressure forgotten for which I now wish for so much.