You don’t know me anymore

 Except in names of places.

As you drive down to Serou

So many hours away,

There is my lingering absence,

 My maps to trace.

I don’t know you anymore

Except when I pass by

 The neighbourhood in Singjamei

 I had addressed

 Four years worth of letters to

 In Palel we miss each other

 By a couple of hours,

 Or lesser.

You had missed the turn

 In Kakching Lamkhai

 We must give it to Fate

For driving us so close

 Only to let us miss by so much.

Life grew on her like vines

 Twisting and Turning, leaning on her

People didn’t come back in her life

They left without saying goodbye.

And I weep
Over all the lines I wrote which didn't turn out
as beautiful as I imagined they would.