Intersection
Poetry for XiuHanParallel lines are unfortunate.
They exist side-by-side,
Always seeing each other,
Unsure of each other’s existences,
Always asking
Are you really there,
Or am I just seeing a reflection of myself?
But tangents,
Or even simple lines,
That for one moment intersect
And can cross each other’s existences
Are far more fortunate
Than those that can see each other for a lifetime
And not know
What they could have been had they met.
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