Once, I heard that you could read palms.
From then on,
I kept looking at my own,
wondering where those lines might take me
if I did things right this time.
Could I be the mother of two,
living in a lovely house
with a man who can read my mind?
If we had a fight,
who would be the first to apologize?
Or would we say it at the same time,
hoping it could fix everything in time?
Could I finally learn that people make mistakes,
even those who seem perfect from the outside?
Could I learn that not every apology can save a bond,
and that sometimes you simply have to give it time?
Would the path I chose remain clear
if I stumbled along the way,
carrying my bags and my soul?
If I washed my hands often enough, could I erase a few lines in my favor?
Would those veering lines still be mine if I wandered for a few years before drawing new ones?
Was destiny waiting for me at the end of the crossroads,
or had it been with me all along?
Perhaps the lines know something I don't.
2d ago
Jun 3, 2026 at 12:46 PM UTC
Once, I heard that you could read palms.
From then on,
I kept looking at my own,
wondering where those lines might take me
if I did things right this time.
Could I be the mother of two,
living in a lovely house
with a man who can read my mind?
If we had a fight,
who would be the first to apologize?
Or would we say it at the same time,
hoping it could fix everything in time?
Could I finally learn that people make mistakes,
even those who seem perfect from the outside?
Could I learn that not every apology can save a bond,
and that sometimes you simply have to give it time?
Would the path I chose remain clear
if I stumbled along the way,
carrying my bags and my soul?
If I washed my hands often enough, could I erase a few lines in my favor?
Would those veering lines still be mine if I wandered for a few years before drawing new ones?
Was destiny waiting for me at the end of the crossroads,
or had it been with me all along?
Perhaps the lines know something I don't.
