Some Rusty View

The rusting doors

Creaked

As his hands

Pushed against

Years of inertia,

Encountering

Familiarity

In atoms

Of

Stale air;

Tiny little feet

Wobbling in and out;

Balancing precariously

On parental love.

Carefree running

Of growing feet;

Away from

Fussing mother

And

Piling homework.

Lanky strides

Of

Teenage dilemmas;

Pandora’s boxes

Sealed with

Job, career,

Crushes, infatuations,

Lipstick and perfume.

And finally

The confident steps

Of maturity,

Closing

The not so rusty door

Behind

And walking out

Onsite;

Planning

For three months,

Extending

To three years

And now maybe

This whole lifetime.

The disconnect,

The void,

Spreading,

Deepening,

And

Strengthening,

Everyday.

Linking with Trifecta : Week Eighty-three

Linking with Woven Dreams : Perfume

Linking with Velvet Verbosity : 100 words : Disconnect