TWO TRAINS TRAVELLING

I was just reminded of a Little Feat song, Two Trains, which must have subconsciously influenced this post's poem.
Things like this happen all the time. We draw inspiration from all that is around us.

Early on our temporary parallel path

she gifted the key to understanding.

It was nothing special,

a pressured, bad decision

with domino consequences falling.

She had hers.

I had mine.

Two trains travelling in opposite lines,

alternate endings wait in the wings.

The difference was this:

I kept my own counsel. 

She saw nothing remarkable in me.

I sped away onwards towards today.

I have to confess I had to look up, just now, if it was onwards or onward- Paul and Jinny I need your grammar skills now!
Here is Little Feat with said song.

And here they are in all their live glory.

Superb stuff.