Pusillanimous

Your words have no meaning.
Are they just uttered,
To fill a void?
To fill the abyss
That separates us?

You ignore it,
Thinking I'll take no notice.
You're wrong;
Yet again.

Your words are a pale echo
Of what they are
Supposed to mean.
You're a shadow
And aware of it

You hide from it
You camouflage it
But you're still a shadow
Looking to be opaque.