For a while the roads ran parallel,
for a moment, became one;
But the moment passed, as did the while -
each road went on, as mile on mile
their paths no longer reconcile,
their time together done.
Who could say what really happened when,
for a moment, time stood still?
But the moment passed, as did the time
for hearts to sing and minds to rhyme;
and roads, now only rocks and grime,
go on outside our will.