Like the butterfly
Or the falling leaves of fall
The passage of time
I knew that it was time to say goodbye. Not that I wanted to go. Or honestly needed to, though if you talked to my dad he would have said I needed to go 5 minutes out of the womb. Haha. He likes to joke like that. Dad jokes laugh at him. It was just that time had moved on. It was time I did too.
I looked around my room, correction, old room. The bed that took up entirely too much space. Many nights were spent sleeping on that bed. Many afternoons too. There were so many things I wanted to do on that bed that I never had the chance to do. Now, I most likely never would.
And in that corner I spent many hours in front of a computer. I learned many things in that corner. Many of them involved things that I wanted to do on the bed. I also wrote papers and emails. I once killed a man with a single shot in that corner. Yeah, I still remember that head shot. It was an awesome moment in gaming history. Thank. You. Very. Much.
I am no longer the boy that spent time in this room. I’ve grown. Branched out beyond these four walls. There comes a time when a boy walks out the door and in crossing that threshold he becomes something new. A man.
Time moves on. No man is an island. What comes around goes around. And all those other cliches I learned in school that I’ll never use in the real world.
“Jimmy? Are you done moving your things to the basement?”
“Just a sec mom! I’m almost done!”
Goodbye old boy’s room. Hello new man’s basement.
This was for a dVerse prompt: Write a haibun that references transformation.
I chose the transformational time when a boy becomes a man and moves out. … of his room. 😁 Hope you enjoy!
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