John & Mary had never met. They were like two hummingbirds who also had never met. —from a freshman's short story

They were like gazelles who occupied different grassy plains, running in opposite directions from different lions. They were like postal clerks in different zip codes, with different vacation time, their bosses adamant and clock-driven. How could they get together? They were like two people who couldn't get together. John was a Sufi with a love of the dervish, Mary of course a Christian with a curfew. They were like two dolphins in the immensity of the Atlantic, one playful, the other stuck in a tuna net— two absolutely different childhoods! There was simply no hope for them. They would never speak in person. When they ran across that windswept field toward each other, they were like two freight trains.

from Different Hours - Winner of the 2001 Pulitzer Prize for Poetry. Also this poem sums up my recent life in a very clean fashion.