We were like lines that intersected at a certain point,
Only to drift apart in opposite directions after we made memories.
It was as if some other force by nature was urging us to go our separate ways,
As if It knew better than to keep us together.
We always found our way back to our merging point,
Always returning to the past that we never really left behind.
There was never any closure,
Never any goodbyes;
We just left the other,
And maybe it was for the best.
Maybe some people were meant to intersect at only one point,
While other paths just never cross at all,
And sometimes, if one is lucky,
They’ll find a person that is in all of the points of their line.