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
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
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