These words.

Words

evaporate from my head

into cyberspace;

into some

desolate place,

forever lost.

Whispered 
into binary,
stored as 1s and 0s
on chips of silicon,
they're
half alive
and half dead - 
in limbo.

I thought about Nick Drake
this morning,
and how
if he were alive
what music he'd be making.

So,
these words leak
in entropy
as more flow
from heads
into digital storage;

but one day,
I hope 
they find someone lost
and show them
the way out;

because
they could never
do that
for me.