Handprint

So let's talk about fingertips.
The intricacies and whorls
The silent trip a mind takes to trace
The million valleys and loops.
When did I learn to read a soul
In such a small space?
And if our hands should touch
What would you tell me
Silently
Are you lonely?
I'd save you if I could
But this time
I've a different story
To follow, on a different hand