What the Walls Saw
- Sommer
- Aug 8, 2025
- 1 min read
Air bends differently now.
Corners remember
what eyes have passed through.
Drawers hang open
like questions I did not ask.
Pages no longer face the way they once did.
Light feels sharper,
its edges tracing
the fingerprints left in its path.
Nothing is missing
yet everything has shifted,
as if the walls themselves
were turned to listen.
And I stand here,
measured by a presence
that should never have known my name.
