OH CATARACT!

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.