A space for a single thread
Separates me from you
And there are infinities in that space.
How do I still keep you
From this distance?
I might be deranged to think of this.
So many things are clearing up
And yet I return
To
The comforts of misunderstood loneliness.
It’s like a spring day in the midst of a red town
With red bricks and black flowers.
The sky remains unchanged
Even though you have peeled off layers
Of yourself.
I can smell you from miles away.
