Empty Air

These empty words are meaningless from me
When said alone. What purpose can there be
In saying solitarily the words
That only garner meaning when they're heard?
It hardly matters what gigantic herds
Of oath I speak, or by what sense they're spurred,
If I am all that hears them echo out.
Words have social meaning, and I doubt
That solitary utterances bear
The weight they would in public. They cannot;
For when the speaker's self is all that's there
They may be spoken and then left to rot
No one remembers them. Meaning accrues
Only to word we communally use.