Fingerprints on Glass

(ahhhh) Three AM,

the kitchen counter's cold

Sorting through the letters

that we never folded

I wanted to be correct,

I wanted to win

But the silence in this room

is settling in

And the screen light glows on the tile

I haven't heard your voice in a while

Oh,

the cost of being right Is a cold,

clear, solitary night

Was it worth the clarity To lose the warmth you gave to

me?

I delete the drafts I'll never send

Funny how a line can make an end

Was it worth the clarity? (ohhh)

Was it worth the cost

of

me?

Just a photograph with fingerprints on the glass...