One Less

The numbness
sunk itself back.
At the base of
my neck.
My skull.
As close as I would
let it.
Without
Shoo-ing it away.
Like it were a pest
and not a feeling.
It wasn't one
I missed
when it was absent.
But
I didn't mind it
there either.
It let my brain
fold in on itself.
A time
for reflection. Thought.
Could it be, even silence?
Yes, even the pen forgets to move.

9/7/2015
Riley Welch