Islands

Drifting,
flowing,
twisting,
rampaging,
cataracts of time.

Days grow shorter,
nights grow colder,
laughter grows quieter,
memories grow lonelier.

Safe havens,
warmth,
camaraderie,
friendship,
love.

Islands passing in fog,
trailing long years in tow,
growing fewer,
rarer,
further between,
more precious in their absence.

The long evening closes in.


I miss my friend.