Two dots embarked on a journey,
with each beginning at the opposite end.
Their destinations though different
briefly shared the same path;
wasn't a coincidence then, that their lines met.
They met, and like all other lines that meet do,
The two eventually drifted away.
The pen that draws all
had conflicting plans for the two,
making each go their separate ways.
The lines such as these,
only momentarily see happy times.
Parted then forever,
to lead their individual lives.
Wouldn't it be better, if they were parallel lines?
I wish we were parallel lines.