Summer Poem by Matt Render

It's the summer of our souls
Drawing to a close
We have nothing left to gain
But everything to lose
With nothing else to know
And I look at you
Straight on through
the rear-view mirror
virginal and frail
Still hopeful
And so doomed to fail

Looking on wistfully
You rest your head delicately
As we are chased by the
Torpid taste of sobriety

With hours of longing
For some familiar melancholy
To be back right here
The summer air glowing
On the highway driving

Thinking we're free
And other things we believed
A dead sense of belonging
That wish to return
To who we used to be