Gloss covered eyes
that can say no more
peer out at me
from behind a closed door.
Never blinking never changing
never giving away
secrets
of and gone, with yesterday.
I stare at these images of long ago
searching for a glimmer that verifies
hoping to find one clue
but I find only lies.
If only they'd move
act out a play
explaining for me
the tones of the day.
But secrets they keep
and keep very well
these old photographs
where lost memories dwell.
