…that bore your name

I slide my finger across the glass
trace out the letters of your name
the moisture runs, like tears dripping down
distorting the view, the fog slowly reclaims
the space that bore your name
dissolves the words beyond recognition
but the letters leave a scar
a trace, indelible, still visible
barely recognisable, as are you
mirrored in my heart
the marks left by you, still present
in the wreckage of my dreams
I can see you still, in my mind
I feel the damp against my skin
the frozen reminder of my finger
upon the icy pane, slowly receding
I feel the warmth of you against me seeping away
a fragment of memory burned into my soul
gradually fading and slowly, slowly dissolving
© Ann Bagnall