I will see once more.
I will run up the door and make myself small and sit at the edge.
When the door closes I will hide in the frame.
I will watch everyone who opens and closes the door.
I will see everyone who passes through.
I will know every single thing about them without them knowing.
All the while, they could never know me. They could never see me.
For I am just a speck at the top of the door, watching.