My numbest flash will outlast all of those who’ve come to pass.

My numbest flash will outlast all of those who’ve come to pass. 

And to say twice, that thrice is nice, would only stop the pain. 

And if you stand, to listen close, then you shall never gain. 

For those that sit the farthest do, and you shall know their game. 

For life is kind to those it hates, and all of it happens fast. 

And faster still the window sill collects my numbest flash.

So there upon the doorstep stoop, the rain fell down my trickle boot.  

And all the while like the small child my tears have all become, numb.