Pain of Love II - 11. Words of Insignificance

I love you, you know.

Will you remember that?

Long after my words

no longer appear upon your screen?

Will you remember how once

my words wrapped around your hand like fingers

and promised they would never let go?

Will you still feel that touch,

even after they have broken their promise?

Words of beauty should never be forgotten,

should always be remembered by someone.

Words of beauty and depth,

words which hold the soul of the person

who can never touch you with anything else.

Except mine have never been words of beauty,

just words of mediocrity, hollow words

worthy only of fading into that darkness of obscurity.

And it is a fitting death they die, just and deserved.

So in acknowledgement of the relative value

of my words to the universe, and indeed

their lack of intrinsic value

I change my question to you,

you whom I love and will always love:

Will you forget, please, the words

that had no more substance than a ghost,

that even now are dissipating into nothing,

the words that had no more significance than I?