These parallel lines
That never meet
Are the threads of our lives
That never touch
Far from entangling
We’ll witness one another
By the distance of the seas
Our souls two pairs of eyes
Separated by a gulf
We may never cross
No matter the longing
For we are parallel lines
With an ocean in between
And no rowboats to be seen.

and then you cry.
you cry so hard, and for so long,
depleting yourself of every emotion.
you cry until your eyes burn
and your chest aches.
until you feel hollow
and nothing matters anymore.
until you are so numb, that for a split second, you think you are okay.