As I walk through a barren landscape,

I see nothing but dust

I hear nothing but echoes

When I close my eyes,

I can imagine how it was

How this landscape was before time took its toll

Now it's nothing more than dust and echoes

Whisking away in the way

Memories of those long forgotten

To be never heard from again

To be never seen again

A poem I wrote, when I was walking down the streets and thinking about the past of the buildings and people who have lived in said houses.