Devoid of wit

An effect
almost an allergy
in her presence
I am rendered
devoid
of wit.
She is not
the only one
some people drain
my thoughts
I mumble and clunk
I am dim
I slosh around my brain
and find there is nothing
to say.
You are not
like that.
I see your name light up
my call display
and I am
returned
to vigour.
I am chasing my ego
perhaps
but sometimes we need to run
to remember
the rush
of being alive.