Fingerprints

The room remembers every collision,
Even the walls won't say goodbye.
Now strangers are pieces of your expression,
Stopping my breath in the middle of the streets.
I'm not afraid of ending forever,
I'm scared of the echo you'll fuse and delete.
If I erase every picture, every word, every trace,
Why does your absence still recognize my face?
Maybe forgetting was never the price,
Maybe surviving means carrying the fire.
You left your fingerprints under my skin,
I watched for hours, they never came in.
If love was heaven, why does it burn?