This Photo Box Has Much to tell

This photo box
it lays atop
this night so gloom
I feel the need to take it out
reserved memories for a cold winters night
I look back on the days
I still was the same
but yet I sit there and say
do I have a regret?
The pictures they tell
a story so meak
nothing but smiles
upon dimple filled cheeks
I was so happy then
or so it seemed
the smiles cover pain
a pain that remains