Proximity

For months I struggled

Day and night

you park your car

and creep into my thoughts

Your rabbit smiles

your green shirt

and it fills me up

Until I have to tie my shoes

and run to you

But here's the thing 

about us

or what could have been us:

We are parallel lines

You stand in one side

and I, on the other

because the proximity between us,

while only points away on a graph

will never quite intersect

we will never be

In the end

The proximity just goes and goes away

until we get to the point

where our lines

will never, ever meet

it's just the proximity, they say

and I guess they're right