Fingerprints

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Strange symbols placed upon a glass
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . Once fogged by illicit, commingled breaths
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . These phantom fingerprints

. . Petite in their assault, they now speak loudly
Of a girl who didn't exist in her mind, or yours
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Sad, long forgotten etchings

. . . . . . . . . . Their placement and fervor are no less telling
. . . . . . . . . . . Than a spent prophylactic or a rouged collar
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Pitiable, fatuous love

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Leaving me with another unwanted souvenir
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . When the clime is right, your secrets do still
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Name you, and call you out