A sticky note, a paper boat, a letter to a friend,
a painted room, a seed in bloom, a tear that's on the mend,
a keyboard buried deep beneath a veil of fingerprints
a line of footprints in the snow are leaving subtle hints
A hook and line, long lost inside the belly of a fish,
a dandelion whispers thanks to a windblown wish,
a strand of hair caught in a bush is floating in the breeze,
small branches broken here and there within collective trees,
the world turns beneath the sun, and covers half her face,
my existence lost within may seem to leave no trace,
but like a leaf taped to a tree, or silent tear drops in the sea,
everything I've touched in passing bears a trace of me.
