This one is quite beautiful.
They say destinies are inscribed
In these rough lines of our hands
So when you held mine
Did we set our destinies
Side by side
Such that they run parallel
Close but never meet?
Or as they say
Did we intertwine our souls?
But if it was so,
Why can we still not have each other?
Perhaps, it stores more than this
For us.
The Midnight Writer 