The Space

…that bore your name

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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