I held your hand as I
searched for fortunes,
tracing the lines and
where it ends.

Pressing between
your bones to find
depth, to feel your
blood rush.

I count the lines
on your palm, and I
found nothing but
me holding you.

I lied about what
I see, for I just want
to hold you now and
to never let go.

Photo by Rainier Ridao on Unsplash
© 2018 Onie Maniego and The Paper Drafts

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