Splashes on the wall by Bob Woodroofe

where unbeknown to them
the drink they were carrying
had slopped over the edge of the cup

marks round each door
where they had reached
repeatedly for the handle

scratches on the wall
paper frayed and worn away
at intervals along the length of hall

grime around the light switches
where they fumbled to turn
them on and off but why

They could not see them
but knew them all by feel
by touch intimately