I wish I'd payed closer attention to my palms
because
that way
I could have traced the moments leading up
to when you embedded yourself into my lifeline
an errant lineament lying there
reaching towards my index finger
Wish I'd documented,
every twist of my hands,
to see where I wore them out gesticulating
telling stories about you.
Seen the moment my heart line feathered out and extended downward
like a giving tree.
Witnessed my head line curl around itself
like an overjoyed snake making a knot of itself.
I didn't pay attention,
so I don't really know
the exact moment our
heads
hearts
lives intertwined
But they say that in a dream,
you never know the beginning anyway