Still-
We are bound to an infinity
Naive to the
Straightness of the other,
Drawn as one,
We seem.
Synchronized,
And aligned perfectly,
Shaded by a single path
Upon a purposeful paper.
But, if the pencil scribbles another mark-
We might find the honesty in
The half inch space of emptiness
In between us.
Finally, wake up to the reality-
That we are now,
But-
Two parallel lines-
Meant
To complement
And never more
Curve and intersect
Eric Roxas
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/parallel-lines-3/
