begin / end

        we are lines drawn in parallel,
never to meet, but not quite far apart.
round and round in circles we go,
we're only different needles of the same clock.
one destination, two paths,
our together can't be forever,
until our batteries run out.

        you're the rush of car lights on the night road,
i'm the cacophony of car horns on a monday morning.
you're the fallen autumn leaves on the Woodstock Boulevard,
i'm the monsoon rains putting out my city's burning.
we're far, yet so close; i am the summer, you're the fall,
you're right for me, you say, but you're night, and i'm day.
if you must wear perfume, wear my breath,
for where you begin, is where i end.