The People split into 2 Universes

Time flows in an unsynchronised direction. Split perpetuously towards blind alleys. Luck wishes us the best. Love may hold our hands. Going through an unbeaten path never moved me or you or them. Is this what we expected from our ephimeral lives? Do we go beyond and stretch like time? Leaving, breathing, living and flowing...still choosing opposite directions. Did we split and forgot as we lived parallel lives behind mirrors we can't see, behind walls we don't believe? Taking one step after the other, we drift further away until the force of attraction is dissipated in a hazy dust from tearful constellations, until the space between is infinitely full of dark void. May I go further and behold, longing where I have been only from a far distance. A distance no longer felt or touched. A distance now killing us as time stretches until it tears us apart into fragments. Time flows but it is suddenly gone. It was there slipping through our hands, mine and yours. Different places, different occasions. Two universes, one heart.