we are parallel lines.

a pair of shoes marked 'you' and 'me'.
they sit dormant beside each other.
for days they sit, never touching.
then toes. heels. movement.
beside each other they stride,
they're never touching.
but up the ankle, the calf,
somewhere far above them
they are connected.
they follow the same path
but they run parallel,
like lines never crossing.