Our summer is coming to an end.

Days fall short of love's breath, lingering touch,
making it seem ridiculous for me to turn away.
Nights of urban solitude have completely covered us,
why are you still closing your soul?

The vastness of not being able to grasp
how it feels to be you
has driven me so **** mad
like a river losing its way on the path to the ocean.

Why are you so free in this relationship?
Why can't I just let you go?

Not that I could hold you back when you want to leave.
You of freedom, of individualism, of utmost liberty.
The thought of separation after all we've had
turns me into the ghost of myself.