Still Here

Pain, numbness, and remaining.

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I am in pain.

But still I’m numb.

Your words don’t land the way they used to.

I see people on the streets and in their cars.

I feel the cold breeze of winter.

But this vessel is hollow.

Is the pain nostalgia?

Do I long for the heart that once beat with love?

Do I miss the mind that once had all the answers?

Do I miss the soul that connected me to the world?

But then again,

Does it really matter?

I am in pain.

But still I’m numb.

I guess that means I’m still here.