Eric Roxas - Parallel Lines

Still-
We are bound to an infinity
Naive to the
Straightness of the other,
Drawn as one,
We seem.

Synchronized,
And aligned perfectly,
Shaded by a single path
Upon a purposeful paper.

But, if the pencil scribbles another mark-
We might find the honesty in

The half inch space of emptiness
In between us.

Finally, wake up to the reality-
That we are now,
But-
Two parallel lines-
Meant
To complement
And never more
Curve and intersect

Eric Roxas

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