I feel a certain hint of introspection in this piece. The way you talk about mementos and narrow bays makes me think of them as memories, as the people, places, and things this person has seen. Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong. I'll be the first to admit poetry isn't exactly my forte.
The only issue I have is with the line "It stopped fr some and some it overlooked." I'm sure I don't need to point out the obvious typo, but I think it could use a coma after the subject. It would look like this: "It stopped for some, and some it overlooked." That's more of a stylistic choice, though, so if you personally don't like it then ignore everything I just said.
Overall I enjoyed this little poem. It's dark and mysterious without descending into nonsense. It's cold, but not simply for the sake of frigidity.
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