Disturbed.
A lifetime used
To wonder,
But never reach out.
~~~
Time is dirty,
Muddy prints left.
Tracking down
Nostalgia lane.
~~~
Doors opened,
That should have stayed closed.
Latched and locked,
But picked with curiosity.
~~~
Trouble spilling on the floor,
Swept clean.
Specks of dust remain,
Undisturbed.
~~~
It is present,
But invisible.
Overlooked,
And shuffled around.
~~~
The particles collect
Into the corners.
The sudden whoosh
Of a passerby,
~~~
Up in the air and in your face.
DoRee MelNic 