This Day, But Not This Day Poem by Procyon Mukherjee

Some days will never end
Like this day, only starting to unravel
Always telling you something more
About a man
Who gave me my name

I can still smell him in the cupboards
And His ring on my fingers
And the coral tells me his story
Every day, that
He was a man of letters
His words are mine, mine are his

This day, but not this day
The fourth of June
I live to see one more
With him and all that he loved
Like a timeless tree