Something to Live For

Summer nights fade to black and our laughter floats away with the heat. We begin to forget the way things were, and people drift apart. Only memories remain, sweet glimpses of a world where souls were passed around and the nights never ended. It was only as the sun rose that we began to doubt our indiscretions; afraid to meet the new person in the mirror. In the dead of night, it never seemed wrong to clasp somebody's hand; lucky for me, I had one to hold the whole way through. But that has now all fallen away, yet we still live on, waiting until another summer comes to carry us away... summer