Dusted

Building through the years,

A brick every hour,

Feeling so firm so strong,

After all the mishaps and wrongs,

Feeling so tall so high,

After all regrets and good-byes,

Feeling so happy and calm,

After all the deaths and storms.

Yet comes a day,

Weathering bricks to sand,

Falling from the sky,

Sinking into the land,

Surviving the rains, surviving the heat,

Shattering in heartbeats,

What felt warm,

Now feels cold,

What felt owned,

Now feels sold,

The stainless spine feels rusted,

The strong building now feels dusted.