The melting tears of winters cry

have dripped their last icy drop,

On the roots of our old oak tree,

I remember the initials we left there

deep into the bark,


Do you still think of me?

My heart sees you in the spring days

we shared so long ago.

The smile you had expressed to me

underneath the bridge of stone.

The grass has started to cover

all the edges again..just like that day,

and the brook too.. is glassy and forms ripples

from the skipping of my slender stone,

Why can’t you be here with me?


I know the changing ground

holds you deep,

But, I can’t forget how you danced

with the lilacs in your hair,

As you gave me

your spring love so sweet.