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My fingers often trace
the features on my face
as I sit alone and wonder
about myself,on that day.

Pulling my pink cheek
and pressing nose tip,
I smile as I wonder
the last time he did this.

My tears I would wipe
each eye with same finger
and stare at the wetness
that like a pool gathers.

With light they play like shadows
and in darkness they explore
these fingers never go silent
whether they mean to or not.


Inspired by We Wrie Poems (Write a poem about your fingers)