Words Cried

There were some words I taught, now gone: as gone as
The subject of those words, though still a taunting
Faint blur of memory in me, and somewhere
Deep in anyone who read or heard those words.
Oh muse! I beg, re-inspire those lost words.
But my request is vain. The words, like water
Have returned of me to the vast reservoir
From which they came, tears which I alone have cried
And will again be tears by some other soul,
In some other place, in some other array.