Paths unspoken

Lines parallel, a lonely, steady stride, Together marching, to infinity they glide. No chance encounter, no shared point of fate, Just endless journey, side by side they wait. Secants collide, a fleeting, sharp embrace, One point of meeting, then they leave no trace. A single moment, where their paths align, Then distant journeys, forever they define. Asymptotes whisper, a longing, soft and low, Forever nearing, but they never know, The touch of union, the embrace complete, A constant yearning, a bittersweet defeat.