surprising what an old journal can remind you of

Past regrets
With their steady gaze
And fixed stare,
They watch me.
Decipher me.
Observe me.
I am their puzzle.

Reduced to memories
And photographs,
They sit above me,
Hiding their secrets,
Letting me make their mistakes.
They aren't here to warn me.

I am listening to
Pictures laughing at me
From their permanent place
On the wall.