The lamps come on as I leave for my room, summer’s over now.
It’s still dark when I start my day, summer’s over now.
The walks in Amstel Park in May, the Cyprus sun that soothed us in June.
My memories – fond and distant, summer’s over now.
There’s still a spring in his step, and she still wears sunscreen.
Please. Nobody tell them summer’s over now.
That friend who couldn’t meet in July. The reunion cancelled in August.
A string of broken promises, summer’s over now.
But now we can order Thai. I can stain my blue sweater in the curry.
And burn my palette with hot Tom Yam. Summer’s over now.
Do you love less in Autumn? Does your soul freeze in winter, ‘Apoorva’?
Comfort your love with warmth in your heart. Summer’s over now.