How many more of my dreams
Do you think
That you can fit
Inside your hands

But

The more you fill
Into your palms
The tighter the space
The warmer it is
The harder it is to breathe

So as you squeeze
To hold them in
To never let them go

They will think
You mean to trap
Them in a forbidden hallow

To keep for ever
With no expanse
To die of love
And airlessness

To tremble in your palms
As you hold them tight
To tight

But

You just thought
You were doing right
How could you not
You were just doing right