The fog on the bathroom mirror covers my face,
coating it in a weariness I can normally only see inside.
Droplets run down;
tears I cannot shed.
My mouth is a watery line,
anxious and unsure of who I am.
Then you come in and open the window.
The glass clears as you lean against me,
easing my expression to a soft grin
as the warmth seeping from every inch of you
fills my heart.