Fingerprints on the Window

Written 1/25/15. Not about anything in particular, I just thought this would be a cool story to tell

Walking through my new house

Years abandoned they told me

The dusty stairwells in need of carpet

The rusty pipe in the sink

But what I notice most particularly

Are the fingerprints on the window

Leading to the backyard

A two by four foot pane of glass

The top edge filled with cobwebs of new inhabitants

Side edges molded with the rains of time

The bottom twelve inches

Containing oils of history

The child longing for sunny days when it rained

The girl waiting for her crush to appear in the night

The boy trying to open it to sneak to his girlfriend's room

The wife wanting to escape

Her husband beating her

The son leaning his forehead

When his first love leaves him for someone else

This window tells so many stories

None will I ever know

Time to make my own memories

And watch this painting grow