You lowered your hand once,
To the floor where I lay,
With conviction in darkness,
You stole my palm away…
Juvenile I, with my heart on my sleeve,
I’m nothing but dough eyed,
As you drift away…

I still cling to that grip, with my life I admit that I truly believe you’ll come back for the other one..
A palm without it’s twin is no use but to sin, and you own one of mine.. please give it back some time, or better still, take my other, it’s yours to keep… that night shook the earth for me. But earthquakes are not felt by everyone, and I guess, …

I guess…

…just forget it,
keep it,
keep my palm as a souvenir,
stow it away, find it one day,
smile for a minute then be on your way…
but don’t give it back, it’s useless now even with it’s pair, because without yours too, point it being there.

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