picture frames, my CD player, plates & silverware <br />there is nothing in this room she has not touched; her fingerprints are everywhere - <br />even the extra pillow on my bed <br />still has the soft bruise left by her head - <br />she’s gone without a kiss or a slam of the door... <br />this apartment will not be disturbed by her anymore <br />my body my lips my face my hair; <br />the shattered scattered pieces of my heart: <br /> <br />her fingerprints are everywhere <br />her fingerprints are everywhere<br /><br />Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fingerprints/
