Breath Upon the Hallway

The hallway’s breath holds names that are lost,
whispering secrets among door scratches and rusty nails.
Each sigh is a missing key, a room that remains still,
distant steps return like shadows that never meet again.
Silent keeper of forgotten tenants’ secrets, listen to the breath.
When the lightbulb trembles, names fade and time falls silent.
The secret lives among faded paints and traces of vanished laughter,
and the hallway still breathes, without betraying what it knows.