Your Hand

I want to walk
alongside you,
with you.

I want to find 
the rhythm that 
found you
and me
together.

I know
I walk faster these days,
hoping I can run away
without anyone noticing
though the moment 
I am forgotten
that I am left behind,
that I feel
undiscovered -

I die a little.
I fade a little more
into my own background.

And once upon a time,
I could find myself
in your hand's
long lines of reality,
life lines,
wisdom lines,
love lines,
I could read
I could wrap myself
in the answers
between all of your lines,

tangled in my lines.

It didn't matter

if I moved too quickly.
It didn't matter
if I moved too straight.
It didn't matter
if I made sense - 

You remembered me.
You found me
and our steps fell
together.