First love

They never met for years. He found love, 

And she found the confidence in kindness. 

Roads not crossed, journeys bordered by myriad emotions, 

Responsibilities, betrayals and expectations.  

Love matured to perfection, flavoured in the old oak 

Soaked in tolerance and tested in commitments. 

And then she met him again. 

The years spent in distance, shared with endless words 

Thoughts familiar, descriptions galore, 

Laughter with the same melody! 

Fingers kept next to each other entwining in another space. 

Time travelled to the past 

Of the reticent girl melting in the raw seasons of adolescent love 

The hint of fear long faded from the love that persisted… 

Forgotten. 

Forgotten? 

His words like the jigsaw finished her thoughts still, 

That she learnt not to nip anymore. 

The curve of her smile reaching her eyes as she dreamt of his, 

Unashamed. 

A connection metamorphosed from love 

Extending beyond the tremulous kisses stashed away in the stairways 

Of her heart. 

Forgotten. Like the smell of the first rains!