Fingerprints


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When life was young, I scrubbed your fingerprints
From the refrigerator door, my heart
Worn from the frantic pace of days.

Through swiftly passing time, your days
Overflowed with school, and those fingerprints
Graced many a roughly cut and painted heart.

Now you seek to fill your own heart
With a love to share your remaining days,
While I scan the refrigerator for a trace of those small fingerprints.

Yet in its ridges and valleys and whorls, life leaves its own fingerprints etched onto the heart in a collection of moments and days.

       

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