In my cupped palm is liquid love
To anyone else its just simple water
There is seemingly nothing special or unique about it
However to me it is my precious treasure
I Hold my love in the palm of my hand
This is not the first time
For I have loved a million times over
It always ends the same way
Not this time
This time I will not drink it in
I will return my love to the earth
I tip my hand and watch as it all pours out
Maybe it will return
Maybe it won’t
This time I’ll wait for my love
to cup me in their palm