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.
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