your fingerprints are still pressed hard on my heart
and still brush along the base of my back and the bones of my hip
at the most spontaneous of times i feel them tickle my inner thigh and trace my jaw line
i can still feel the calluses through my clothes and see the scars on your knuckles
it's proven hard to erase fingerprints
for every time i take a step forward to move away from you
i feel the pressure of your pointer finger on my sternum
reminding me that you will always be here
your ghost hands will never leave my body
and never let me forget you