The days are elongated. Stretched like the unending crimson dreams of you and me together. Taking unending walks along the beach when the soft sands keep getting stuck between our toes. Making small islands of love. Salt and the sediment stuck between your braids remind me of vivid memories we cherished together. The shifty-eyed moon has been the witness of your love story for eons. The soft fleeting touches of your fingers on my back has birthed a million poems. Your stentorian voice has been my calling forever. Now that the days have been rolling by, unending, like this ocean as it sits like a square of denial between us. I still long to feel your fingers entwined in mine to fill the space loneliness has created. I wish fervently to fill the spaces between us, where the time now leans on. I wish I had one more witness than this soft moon, hanging like a comma in the sky. I wish you were here. I miss you.