Home is right there,

it’s right there in her hands.

In some ways you knew you’d find it there.

Even though you’ve never held them

Something about the lines drawn across those palms

call to you.

They remind you of rivers,

Cold mountain streams,

The kind that you dip your fingers in,

cautiously ,

And let the iciness surprise you.

You feel that the same would happen,

If you were to reach out and place yours on hers,

But are you ready to let rivers collide?

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