In each our hands,
our losses, our triumphs,
our memories, our feelings.
In each our hands,
we hold life as we know it,
everything we've experienced
stuck to our fingertips
like glitter glue.
In each our hands,
is our own slice of the universe,
a story,
always told but never heard.
When our hands collide,
and each one grasps the other,
a new story
a new slice of the universe,
is born,
held in our palms.
