Two

Two half lives
running in parallels
with the same directions
unaware most of the time
of exit signs
and intersections
settling for
random imperfections
but two lives
not in junction
with each other
cease to function
like an angel
without wings

Two half lives
moved by cravings
for perpendicularity
away from the cold familiarity
of solidarity
commiserating
gravitating
searching in the darkness
for the light switch
instead, there
waiting
to
collide