Empty nest

Etchings on the door
Still tell how you shot up in inches
The door you went out
Waits to get you in.
Your door has the labels
Your name so well drawn
The door is open not closed - your habit
Your swivel chair so still
So inviting the soft leather
The table un characteristically neat
Now the phone and skype connects us
When you are less busy
My dad called you busy bee !