Maggie Walters Fingerprints
Hanging in the closet
is the dress I wore the last time
That I saw you on the last day of July
Could’ve been, would’ve been, should’ve known better
Shoved it inside and said I’d deal with this later
Pages and pieces of letters that I started to write,
Piled up high and I just want it out of my sight
Walked down Columbus, took out a dime, made a wish
Then I set the bridge on fire and destroyed the evidence
Now I wait for the rain to come wash the fingerprints
That you left on my face, in my heart, in my veins
Looking through the closet
I left the truth around here somewhere
Buried underneath these things that I don’t need
Tripped over the past so I crammed it in the corner
Shoved it in the entryway and hid it in the shower
Room full of boxes full of pieces of a broken dream
House full of ghosts and I hope they know it’s time to leave
Walked down Columbus, took out a dime, made a wish
Then I set the bridge on fire and destroyed the evidence
Now I wait for the rain to come wash the fingerprints
That you left on my face, in my heart, in my veins
Off the window and the door and the ceiling and the floor
From my summer and my fall and the picture on the wall
Off the records and the books, off of everywhere I look
From the bottles and the tears and my twenty-second year
Off the ribbons and the sheets and the sidewalk and the streets
Off the diamonds and the threats, imperfection and regrets
Off the records and the books, off of everywhere I look
