78 miles of outstretched obstacle taunts me like your tongue, Words in my embrace fleet like frogs in throats, Lily pads of clothing articles being tugged at like boats, Spring newly sprung with grass all but alone yet without you to dance on the horizon. Dragonflies out of their right minds, swirling in the air, Dandelion seeds caught in the breeze, floating without a care, Whispers of your name carried by the wind, Memories of your touch fading, slipping through my fingertips.