You, me, ripped jeans,
Cigarette ash, beer, iPod.
That was seventeen years ago
And that is seventeen seconds ago.
Nothing much has changed
Except those superficial
wrinkles next to our eyes,
the rings on our third
finger and the slight
loose fat on our arms.
Nothing much has changed
Except when our song
came, we felt a tingle
imagining our future and
now we feel nostalgia
imagining what could’ve
become of you and me, us.
Nothing much has changed,
Except that our previously
clandestine meetings are
now known to our husbands.
Nothing much has changed,
Except that I’m afraid to tell
you how I still feel about
you and that you are now
afraid to hear what I may
say, even though you know.
Nothing much has changed
in these seventeen years.
It is still a small party.
You, me, ripped jeans,
Cigarette ash, beer, iPod
and our unsent vestiges
of love, received.

Akanksha Varma is an 18-year-old English major from Shiv Nadar University who has been dabbling in literature from an early age. An avid reader, an enthusiastic traveler, a blogger and a professional sleeper, she is currently focusing on her completing her own manuscript at the moment.