When parallels meet...

As the darkness begins to retire

As the zephyr ruffles the green leaves

As the dew decides to settle down on the grass blades

As the birds wake up from their scant slumber and chirp...

I too await that eighth minute

For him to smile on me....

To cast my first look on him

To carry myself through the day

To pursue him on his way...

I wish he takes me with him

For I can't bear his farewell at dusk

But soon I realize,

When parallels meet,

There is no life....