Everyone speaks of Parallel Lines
The tragic story of being so close, yet so far
But very little do tell the bittersweet tale
Of those who meet in the Perpendicular

To start on opposite paths,
constantly walking in non-congruence
To intersect at only one point in time
and wonder at another if any of it made sense

Forever reaching forward,
Forever without a way back
Spending the rest of your waking moments, thinking
what the hell did I lack