Unseen Marks

I stood in the window, rain blurred my sight,

your fingerprints left there, haunting the night.

Smudges and shadows of lives intertwined,

a moment of beauty, in grime, I find.

Reflections of strangers, lives overlap,

and I wonder whose warmth still sits in that lap.

Each mark tells a story, an echo, a trace,

a gallery crafted, of humanity’s face.