Everything That Belongs

count the pictures 
on the walls 

this place, was it always 
so empty 
was everything the way 
i remember 

your image is dull and blurred 
by the rust of time again 
an era has come and gone 
and everything that belongs 
exists no more 

the air i'm breathing 
it is changing 

one would think 
memories are living 
but behind these pictures 
lies nothing 
nothing at all.