The Numbness That Is I Poem by Taylor Tolbert

I touch my face, and it's almost as if I can feel my non-existence. I am merely a shell roaming this floor enclosed by four walls, and a ceiling that I find myself staring up at every night, trying to find traces of what went wrong, so that I may make it right. Days have passed, but I am almost certain that it has been years, only I know what can stop these tears, the sound of your voice would surely adhere, to all my most recent wishes. And if I had any premonition of what the future might bring for you and I, rather it be good or rather it be bad, it would be more appealing than sitting here in suspense, wondering where all the fairy tale like magic went…