The oppressive heat of the day,
the relief as the sun went down,
a warm balmy night,
the gentlest of breezes and
a clear star filled sky.
The palm trees, ice cold beers and smiles.
ringing through the streets
in the small hours,
with the promise of a new day to come.
Somehow I knew,
we would never meet again
and I savored those moments,
carefully committing them to memory.
Though the years have passed,
the picture in my mind,
unlike an old photograph, has not faded.
It is as clear as if it were yesterday.
My comrades, lives un-lived, roads not taken.
They are frozen in those moments.