I pick up the items
Littering the floor
They didn’t mean much
To anyone
Anymore
I stared at the picture
Hanging on the wall
I was the smallest
And my brother was tall
I looked back at objects
Flat on the ground
One caught my attention
While it just laid around
I picked up the radio
Thin sleek and black
I turned it right on
And the memories came back
The music that played
Was not the same in the past
But the radio still counted
At least the memory surpassed