Fingerprints

Shattered, broken, scattered:
Pieces of a soul, being collected.
One by one, gently, you find them.
You bring them back and set them in my lap,
Watching eagerly as I put them back together.
But I do not wipe off your fingerprints.

Little marks of labor, of love,
Testimony to your heroic self,
You run far to find the pieces,
The pieces to repair a soul.
You wait patiently as I put them back together,
And I don't wipe off your fingerprints.

Tender stains of memories,
Of days gone by, of stories told;
Kisses from your flesh,
Given without a second thought.
You watch happily as I put them back together,
Yet I won't wipe off your fingerprints.