Change

Change

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.  


Niangthianmuang S Ngaihte
Niangthianmuang S Ngaihte

Niangthianmuang writes riveting poetry and captivating short stories.

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