A memory Poem, by nova, at My poetic side

My words are no more than breath on the wind

My actions are no more than movement of a shadow

But once they were seen

My words were heard

They both showed love

They showed passion and embarrassed another

But now all that has been said, all that has been done

Become nothing more

A voice that's no more than wind

Now that's all changed

Pain is all that will remain

That's all that's left.

A memory