We stand before a mirror

Fogged up with fingerprints of people who have used us

The people who did not care if a mark was left or not.

Obscured by limescales our rich history left behind

History that only left a bitter taste and stains of grime.

The mirror has shrouded our reflection

We are shapless, a trick of the refraction.

I can barely see myself

Let alone you, standing by my side.