New Street Name

I just took the books out of the boxes and put up all the posters on the walls. How long does it take to make a new place feel like home? There's no sign of foot prints on these steps. No one's clothes are strung out on the floor. I feel like a stranger when i walk through my front door. A new street name is like and old photo placed in a picture frame; it might look different, but it's just a rearrangement of the same old troubles i've been going through. I found your love letters in the laundry. Most of them i'd never even read. How much love can some one give without giving up instead? The dried up autumn leaves lay on the lawn and these freshly painted walls are caving in. I hope that time will draw a chapter where you end and i begin. It's like a game of chess with my loneliness, and i just stay in check; it's my condition and it's all about position, but i'm running out of places left to move.