After a long time
I took the old route home.
The one less travelled by.
The one where we often rendezvoused.

I spotted the oak tree
On which we had etched our intials
Enclosed in an uneven heart
It was now covered
Under a thick, green mass
Making the words difficult to decipher.
Just like you have now become.

The little hut where we sneaked in
To steal a kiss or two
Has now turned into ruins.
How could it survive the ravages of time?
The pieces now lay there still
Waiting for you to come and
Fix them bit by bit
To create something stronger than before.

- Nandini