your finger prints are all over me

Sell your books, return your clothes,
erase everything of you from my room:
the love letters you wrote to me,
the scent of your perfume on my bed sheets,
the writing you left on my wall -
all of them are gone
but your fingerprints are all over me
and still it's your voice I hear when I sleep
your face I see when I close my eyes
your name that echoes.
It's your heart I hear beating
and your lips I long to kiss.