Numb – R.W.

Reaching, always reaching
For the one that isn’t here
Repition may result in familiarity
But it also makes us numb
Under sensitive to that which is in our face
In favour of the less regular
You are my every day
So we miss our big events
The important one offs
Slide by one day by one
Then an event is made
For the one we don’t see
A fuss and a party
Simply because they are here
A shock to the system
A blip in the line chart
Amplified until its all consuming

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