I wiped the mirror, saw your face
In every breath, a soft embrace
The steam may fade, the glass goes clear
But I still feel that you were here
No picture hung, no frame to break
Just fingerprints we didn’t make
A fingertip trace I can't erase
Like whispers frozen into place
You never left a single scar
But stayed right there in who we are
One mark, one print, one little line
Your touch is lost, but still in mine
Like dust on time I never chased
You're gone but not replaced