Parallel Lines

We will never meet, intersect, or cross,

And I'm afraid the space betwixt us is too much across.

I know we can spend our lives together, side by side,

Yet again, I fear the space that divides us is far too wide.

 

When I try to bridge the gap, there is nothing but resistance.

As I look then between us, there is nothing but distance.

We are so much like two north magnetic poles, it's strange-

Try as you might to close the distance, nothing will change.

 

Going the same direction, going the same speed,

You would think that by being together, we would only succeed.

While this might be true, what is not is far more.

I will never be closer to you than I am now, or was before.

 

We will never see eye to eye, and to you that's fine.

I suppose we are nothing more than parallel lines.

 

by Rachel Kathman

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