Photograph

I have these photographs scattered on my lap. Each one I pick up and hold in my hands. I try to feel the warmth that was had within each caption. I can not blink as I go through them, I fear that in that spilt second for which my eyes are closed, the photograph might be carried off. I treasure these photographs and all the memories stored with in them. Gaze upon these to unlock happiness from the past, and that which is still to come.