Think with me, for a moment
that every interaction we have
is like leaving a small fingerprint,
and the world will be covered in our unique pattern that we never recognize as our own.
Not an original thought, I know,
but I like to think that
the hundreds of people I have introduced myself to
will in some way remember me.
Is it vain to want to be remembered?
Is it cruel to want someone to miss me?
Am I wrong for leaving fingerprints everywhere,
like the scene of a crime I don't remember committing?
Maybe someone will remember something I've said,
maybe someone will read this poorly written poem,
and maybe one day down the road, I'll look back and see a trail of fingerprints
and recognize that they're my own.