Where it’d go?
Word made of air,
It danced out my lips.
But didn’t get shared.
It got stuck in my throat.
Or lost in my mind.
Of course it’s in a place
I cannot find.
Word made of air
Word made of air
You were meant
To help despair.
Oh! But where have you gone?
I’ll probably remember you by dawn.
Please tell me someone can relate 😔 I dislike forgetting something that was going so well.