And for a split second, there we were again. In a world with no troubles, summer had no end. The nights were long, but never too cold, for though the sun didn't shine, your strong arms never grew old. The stars, there were plenty, illuminated the rivers. All I could hear was your voice and the wilderness; all I could see was the beauty above. Your hand clamped in mine, your arm protecting me, felt so tied down, yet astonishingly free.

But then it was gone, so soon as it came. Your eyes suddenly vanished; dear, did you grow mute? The memory stayed but you left with the wind.
But no sooner do the stars come up, does it all start again. I hold you for seconds, I take you back in...the smell of your hat, the feel of your skin. Why do you torture me so? You're miles away but still drag me so low. But I think it's time I say bye, for holding on to your memory might cause me to die.

And maybe one day, you'll be lost in thought, will remember those nights that you'll think I forgot. And maybe that day, you'll come back to me, maybe not to stay, but to set me free.