A random poem that wrote me

I wanted a song for the season
A tune to match the mood
I wanted the world within reason
A place for me and you
All I got was postcards
They said the same old thing
Wherever you go, there you are
I cant be there with you.
All they were, were memories
Of places you have been
I left my life to trace those steps
And hopes that once were gone
From the places and the memories
From the seasons saddest songs
Once we talked about the windows
That let more out than in
We talked about the memories
The things that could have been
Its too late for the wondering
Too late to begin
As you looked through the window
My soul began to dim
I wished i may, I wished for might
Upon a dimming star
Upon the pictures i felt most scared
On my body's many scars
I cowered to the craven
A crown upon the weak
We danced up on the shattered glass
Where once our souls would meet
Sacrificed once more on this alter
Are words, meaningless words