Black and white faces
Of loved ones long gone
Peering into each frame
Listening carefully for a whisper
Looking for a clue
Maybe theres a story left untold
Maybe theres a secret buried in their eyes
Waiting to be spilled
The edges of the photos wear out
What once was glossy
Is now matted by the finger prints of time
Once was closest of brothers are now
The most estranged
Related only by name
Speak of your stories
Speak of all the regrets
Speak of all the adventures you had
Speak up dammit
Silence.
Silence is preserved in those eyes.
Preserved in those stills of black and white
To leave you with echos of what ifs and dreams of time machines to the moment at which the camera was clicked
A time before retakes and deletes.
A time of preservation
The ghosts of faces gone, are preserved.
