"Where do lost words go?"

They sink slowly into the depths of the heart that should've whispered them. They fade into the same silence that they create. They break into the void of their absence. They swirl in the heavy mists of vague and vivid doubt. They singe and burn in the forbidden melody of dreams dreamt. They are the lingering impressions of your hand on mine. The memory of an innocent brush of skin and soul. The fossilized masses of half remembered moments. They are there. Lost words don't die.