Wandering.

I'll shake your hand,
tell me of your stories
if I share you mine,
I'd feel your calluses
and you'd count my stars.
Those bright freckles in
our eyes, tracing lines
we havenĀ“t crossed yet
but we're ready to see now,
we'll find them, we'll find
us, and there won't be
an ending to this day.
Cover it up, don't let
it die away. You'll be
waiting, staring at my back,
someday we'll step through
the same places, as today
is different than tomorrow,
I promise you that.