Photographs

Photographs strewn 

across the floor,

as I travel through time

from shore to shore.

Familiar faces

filled each frame

and brought me joy

as I reminisce those days

that I wanted to crawl back to.

The strangest one though

that puzzled me most

was a picture of me

from way long ago,

with a hand clasped

tight around my own.

As for the stranger

who owned that limb

I can remember nothing of,

not even a face nor a scent.

The only memory 

that I have though

was the feeling of 

a warm hand grasping mine tight 
when I was about to let go.

Now all I could think of was
it felt strangely familiar.