PARALLEL LINES
Forward racing.
Not embracing.
Courses fixed.
Eternity betwixt.
Never stopping – never pausing,
Never caused and never causing,
Neither destined to connect,
Nor even for an instant intersect.
It is sad we have no way to compare
These many moments we almost share.
How can it be remotely suitable
To march in formation, apart and immutable?
Oh, how I long for a single touch!
But alas our natures are constructed such
That we must travel and suffer
On opposite sides of this cold and cavernous buffer.
