Longtemps

Two souls met at an eloquent fork,
Two souls with fated futures.
Ahead, two separate journeys,
one for each languished creature.
To their right, a path of prudence,
To their left, wanton growth.

Neither could traverse the other. And, such, only one could travel either.
Another path, they could not create and thus were resigned to their limited potential. 
Nor could they retreat from whence they came, as with every step they took, every previous step they lost.
Unknowingly, they arrived at the beginning without a before; only a beckoning next and the memory of a preamble.

Bound as they were to their own predestined pilgrimage, they resolved, rather to remain at that persuasive fork, just a little while longer.

And though each path beckoned the other onward, they were content, for the moment, to remain in the interlude.

And so they did. Time immemorial.