Parallel

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Unceasingly Parallel.
Never perpendicular.
Lives never meeting.
Always almost.
The gap unconquerable.
Unceasing.
To go across would be like swimming against the current.
Alas, we’re set to always trod the same direction,
but down separate roads;
You and I.
Kipling once said:

"Oh, the East is the East,
And West is West,
And never the twain shall meet."

Is it really that far?
If I look closely, I can still see you.
Mischievous grin,
glistening eyes;
you see me too.
Heartbreaking.
Breathtaking.
I smile across the way,
you give a slight wave.
I guess this is how we will always be.
Always almost.
Lives never meeting.
Never perpendicular.
Unceasingly Parallel.

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Dated: July 14, 2014.