Pretend that you are still here.
The arms entwined, invisible behind the memory of that mist,
the sun had dipped below the tide
and the mist was invading the space
between you and me.

Pretend that you are still here.
The long road ran through the city and the town.
Intemperate winds entwined with dreams,
We started in the noon and ended up here,
breathless and tanned.

Pretend that you are still here.
Too late it was when we arrived,
The sun waited long and ended the day.
The drawing boards, the pastels, the charcoal and dreams
of filling up the canvas with the after glow, deferred to another day.

There was nothing else to do but watch the pastels left in the sky,
read the script in the sand, listen to the sounds raised by the sea.
Pretend that you are still there.