Fingertips in my soul
Footprints in my mind.
How can we ever know when we’ve reached the final time?
You told me we’re all just passing through,
But when I reach your destination
Will you be passing somewhere new?
Left but never faded
Only sharpened to a point,
That my heart swallowed
Longing to follow.
But tomorrow’s tide washes our steps away
And our hearts will decay,
Until all that remains
Are disintegrated fingerprints –
The dust of an embrace.