Summer light was fading when I first saw your face, A warmth that cut through shadows like a memory out of place. Your voice was like a chord struck wrong, But somehow still aligned— A fleeting kind of magic that the dusk kept undefined. Warm air… cold fear… Still I stayed beside you… We walked through quiet evenings where the sky turned bruised and red, Your words were tangled melodies still echoing in my head. Your heartbeat felt like broken strings, A secret in the dark— A summer ghost that lingered long after you’d depart. You fade… you fade… But I still feel you near me… Summer loving left a shadow on my skin, A whisper of a moment I can’t get back again. In the heat of your soft promise… You kept her dreaming… Summer loving turned to longing in the night. You touched my hand so lightly, like you feared you’d break the spell, And every breath you gave me felt like something I could tell. But summer winds grow colder when the truth begins to rise, And love becomes a haunting when it slips behind your eyes. Soft words… soft hands… You brought me into dreaming… Now autumn creeps behind me where your warmth once held me tight, I chase the fading echoes of our brief and burning light. You were a summer phantom—here, then gone without a trace, A memory that lingers like a ghost I still embrace. You hold… you hold… All the pieces gently… Summer loving left a shadow on my skin, A whisper of a moment I can’t get back again. In the heat of your soft promise… You kept her dreaming… Summer loving turned to longing in the night. Summer ghosts still follow where your footsteps used to be, In the twilight… in the silence… in the fading memory… She still feels you… Though the season’s long departed, you remain inside the gloom, Summer loving… became a haunting too soon.
