Trace your name

I placed my hand against the pane,
I traced your name into the frost,
My sight lingering, lost,
What was it that I’d hoped to gain?

Together, I can’t complain
I said goodbye, I knew the cost,
The memories, all but a ghost,
I placed my hand against the pane,

Each argument retraced, inane.
I have you, all else mundane
I drew the line, you crossed, again
What was it that you hope to gain?

Each moment never strained
I hope you know just what you’d gained…
I placed my hand against the pane

And traced and spelled
the letters that contain
the doubts inside you expelled
What was it that I’d hoped to gain?

If only I had tried again
Not holding inside the words I felt...
I placed my hand against your pain
Let it go, never to remain