Steam

The mist of her memory
Pooled on the mirror
Rendering reflection mute
Blocks of non-colour – shapes
Without edges

She wrote her name with a finger drawn
Awkwardly eking
Sudden squeaking
Where she pressed too hard and then slipped

She wrote his name in the space beneath
Had to squash the last letter in
She had not left enough room
Thought he might fit in the space
He did not