I often have trouble with words

Not in their sound

But in the way that they perform

They frequent misconception

Recurrent moments of misunderstanding

Toneless through text

But with the tendency to tinge volumes

Either way coming out misconstrued

Because in the recollection of future histories

It’s these words that remain remembered

Out of context

As simple run ons that ran on

The before and after’s withering past thoughts

And all we’ve memorized are these specific instances

That specify definite words we recall

In isolation their definitions faulty the memory

But I just can’t remember the rest of what you said

So I piece together separately

Each and every word you denoted

Passively passing pathos in every sense

Or maybe I put too much value in your word?

It’s all you gave me anyway

Today they mean the world

But tomorrow they are nothing but terms

Somehow losing expression

At a loss of meaning, significance

In time becoming recollections of momentary value

Exponentially subsiding into irrelevance

Words are just words after all