To simply state the complexities of life, “Our roads are ever crossing but never merging; forever intertwined yet different roads we stay.
When we first met at mile marker 230 I never thought that I’d feel this way,
and as we’ve driven down the roads we go our dotted lines have met again.
Remember back at 238 when your overpass zipped cross mine?
O what a joy it was to see the new you, all paved and smooth, and lined with such beautiful trees.
As for me I looked much the same, still cracked concrete I did remain,
but the smile it gave me to see you again was worth the journey if that had been the end.
Much to my luck our roads crossed once more,
I passed you by while you were under construction somewhere near exit 242.
That was nice and all. I just wish I could have slowed it down and stayed a while but I had to keep moving, had to continue the drive, and once again our roads passed by.
Again we met round Exit 244, just down the road from where our pavements last met. I enjoyed that road as you stayed close by at least for another mile or “2”.
Now, not far from there, our roads seem to be detouring once more, mine going east and yours moves west. Before we part I want you to know,
I never thought I would feel this way. As the concrete has poured out and life moved on, mile after mile I only hope to see once more.
When can we meet again? When will Interstate “You” and highway “ME” finally merge for all eternity?
This question is the most difficult of all, as our roads remain
Always crossing, never merging.