Strangely Familiar.

He was funny, articulate and certainly affable.

Unfamiliar territory had me racking my brains as I was surrounded by stark open spaces.

It was then he came along and accompanied me to my destination.

His voice; his articulation; the way he laughed; his smile -

They brought about an odd familiarity.

Yet, he was, but a Stranger, one who had extended a helping hand to The Other Stranger, me.

As his footsteps fell away, albeit a tad crestfallen, it dawned upon me as to why this would be but transient and the pieces fell into place.

For in him, there were traces of You.

And I went on about my way, with a singular castigation tucked in my memory closet - No.