Fingerpainting

Location

95130
United States
37° 17' 15.4176" N, 121° 59' 8.52" W

I remember we stood
in front of a window,
reflections in the glass.
You blew life onto the icy pane,
fingerpainting your heart over mine.
I stand alone now,
and though the memory of your face has faded
the imprint of your heart remains,
returning with each warm breath
as the life slips out past
my cold, white lips,
onto an unwashed window.

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