Finger Print Pop

You think about it
Yes you do
A one two three
A one two two
And faded are the finger prints
you left on my window
the day you tapped in
the day you felt single
alone like ice
melting in a stew
so pointless, and meaningless
yet there's still something to do
so chew and churn
and bubble then pop
wipe the rain off your fingers
their the dusk from your top
are you faded to the point
that your fingers hold no print
that you can't remember
just where you left them.