Her Veil in the Mist

In the quiet place of nostalgia, old pictures whisper tales through the sky.

A silver coin with that very year, in the treasury of time, fleeting memories cast by.

Cement walls echo the footsteps of days gone a mile.

As time shuts by through the silence where stories reconcile.

On an overcast day, the sky weaves memories in the shade of devotion.

Smoke hurls by creating a different sense of emotion.

The sterling silver jewelry on his fingers tells a story in silent display.

By the gravestone yard lies a story of dismay.

Ashes of moments by time gently kissed, silver metals gleam.

the hairclip joy reminisces the forgotten dream.

The sparkles of your laughter in the eyes that once shone.

As I stare at the static screen where memories once sewn.

Where could she be? the picture frame captures our moment.

You were, my very special component.