Over time
my words lose meaning
and change
from full-bodied confessions of love
to passing, whimsical ramblings

Each word, each phrase
busting like a supernova
shining like a star
They're full of intrigue,
Full of depth
Mental mazes and pathways,
Leading to secret meaning
      full understanding

. . . and yet . . .
. . . they fade . . .

Like lingering perfume in the air
      sweet, alluring
but drifting away to nothing
Brushed aside, disregarded
      they fade

And I am nothing once again.

Go ahead.
Laugh it off.
It won't mean anything tomorrow.

It never does.