Gloss covered eyes
that can say no more
peer out at me
from behind a closed door.

Never blinking never changing
never giving away
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.