I drew a heart on my palm today,

But 12 hours later,

It had washed away.

Just shoot me I say,

BOOM BOOM, okay,

You're dead,

Somehow I thought,

It'd be much more of a joyous event,

Somehow I thought,

It'd be more dramatic.

There's a heart on your palm,

Where it rubbed off my hand,

and the reality comes rushing back,

and startled I rise from sleep.

There is no heart in your hand but mine.