The Room Remained

When things don’t go back

Nothing goes back to how it was.

There’s no moment where it fixes itself.

You’re still there.

The room is still there.

But something has changed.

And it stays that way.

Not loudly.

Just… steadily.

Read the full poem and analysis tomorrow 10th: https://alkonda.com/2026/04/10/the-room-remained/

— Al Konda