Some people say 
that one's destiny can be read 
in the palm of one's hand.
So I searched for you
in the map of my life,
among lines crossing lines,
along creases and folds,
in spots rougher than some,
in corners softer than most.

And I found you there
in the last crevice,
in an existence
far removed from me
and my reality.
My life's roads say
that we have yet to meet.
Not now, not yet.

But when we meet
I'll know you
and you'll know me
because if you'll look carefully,
I too am in the palm of your hand.




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