The Sun sank in the Waters off Oahu as the old man raised the cordial to his lips. The perfumed air was just as he remembered, The sky was golden with the sun's last kiss.
He recalled that day they'd climbed up Diamond Head and imagined red ball zeros in the sky. Looking down on Ford's Island in the harbor, imagining grim scenes from time gone by.
The restaurant was much as he remembered when first they'd dined here fifty years ago. It had been a special anniversary, Still vivid in his memory, ever so.
He thought of something funny he could tell her, an incipient smile was forming on his lips, but his dear lost love would never get to share it- he dined alone with the memory of her kiss.