Some Summers Stay Poem by Jyotishmoy Boro

With you, it's like losing golden sand,
For a fleeting moment, but I still matter.
It was noon and days used to feel longer,
When we laughed; when we belonged.

You are growing with seasons that change,
And yet, somehow, I feel the same.
Oldest, yet still here,
Giving her up... it's an art, my dear.

But love was never only one thing,
Not just a song to which all hearts sing.
It lives in laughter and in words unsaid,
And in deep silence, now dear to our heart.

You were summer-wild and free,
Dancing in light that made me grown.
And though now the wind has called your name,
The warmth you left still stays the same.

Season after season, summer comes and goes;
New skies freshen up the world.
And yet all seasons will never ever bring her back,
Suffering summer into no more fall,

Just be and keep shining and chase the sun;
Stay forever young and be the one you've become.
And maybe in quiet sighs off camera,
'...Some summers never say goodbye