walk my heart line

I sometimes catch myself staring at the lines in my hands and I keep thinking that one day I will build a city and recreate the lines in my palms with roads and streets and alleys.

I will line these streets with stores and cafes, libraries and theatres. There will be parks in place of my fingertips with benches at every corner.

I’ll take you there one day and we’ll walk my heart line and we’ll laugh because this city was built only for the two of us. These streets, they go nowhere.