MARK ON THE GLASS

Your old scarf is lying on the sofa,
Holding onto traces of your skin.
I keep telling myself that it is over,
But the night keeps letting you back in.
I deleted your number, but remembered every line.
I locked every doorway, but I left my heart behind.
You left a mark upon the glass,
And the rain cannot erase it.
You left a light inside the dark,
And my heart still wants to chase it.
I can feel the cold against my hands.
I can feel your name beneath my skin.
You left a mark upon the glass,
And the same mark deep within.