Fingerprints
She stepped into her apartment with dragging feet. She tossed her jacket and watch on the table, her shoes tossed across the room, her shirt unbuttoned. She slid across the carpet, past her couch and to her old stereo. She pulled out an old tape, tattered and scratched, but still intact.
She popped it into the device and turned it on softly. Patsy Cline's soft southern voice slowly cleared the quiet air. She left the lights off, crawled onto her couch, and closed her eyes.
She didn't want to think, but the song, the mood, the emptiness. She took in a deep breath as the song went into the sad chorus of the fingerprints you left on my heart…
She tried to think about other places, people, men. But he kept popping up. His face, his voice, his build, his mind. She was losing it, when the day is thru, I think of only you…
She held her head in her hands, how could this happen? She promised herself she would never love again, I sit alone and dream, and think of things we didn't do…
She couldn't fight this. She wasn't strong enough… no. She had to fight it. Even if it was only for a few sec-
"Now I am all alone," she sang along with Patsy, "and as the teardrops start…"
She stopped. What was she doing? An actual tear? She never cried over a man, not since her cheating ex.
I feel the fingerprints that you left on my heart.
She wiped off the tear that had fallen to her cheek. She wouldn't let this happen. She'd only just met him, but when it happened, it happened.
There was no turning back. She may even love him, but he could never know that.
