ambiguity of finite

We are definitions
Of a name,
Of a face.
Identities
Leaving traces
Of ourselves
In garbage cans,
Tolite's,
Just Words tossed carelessly
In hello's and embrace.
Our fingerprints
Hold a past,
A almost invisable proof
That we once touched
And held something
Tangible.
We often forget
The power of touch,
A face,
A name,
And the power they hold in the world.
Sometimes I find myself asking
"Who am I?"
I'm what you see,
I'm what I know.
I'm a face and a name that ages,
I am fingerprints swept away
Until they find a place
That
Matters.