Perhaps Another Time (Prose)

As I sit in the evening. The moon brightly shining. A warm breeze gently blowing. Blowing memories of someone... My mind wanders back to another time and place. To a small island nation. To someone I hold as a dear friend. Thinking, what are you doing tonight? Wish I could be there with you. Sit, talk, and laugh for awhile. Just enjoy your company. Renew old conversations. Maybe write some poetry together. It is getting late here since I can't be there. Good night friend. Perhaps another time. God bless.