You carved our initials
into the tree we kissed under.
It was our first kiss
and you told me you loved met.
I responded in the chirp of the birds
the howl of the wind
the rustle of the leaves.
We drove home in different cars
down different roads
and you found a new home.
I drove back to the tree
my fingers feel your name
and I call out.
I hear your response in the chirp of the birds
the howl of the wind
the rustle of the leaves.