Empty Words
Words
Written
On
A white page
Black
No merit
No value
Shall I write for you?
Words
Sent
Via text
A response
Received
Instantly
Back and forth
Their rapid travel
Absorbing
Time
Consuming
That
Which will never
Be returned
So precious
Wasted
Evaporating
Eventually
Deleted
Over time
Just another human memory
To be forgotten
Along with so many others
Their existence
A faint recollection
Of something
That had only ever been
Empty Words
Victoria Ayne 