Poem by Morgan Lorenzo
I was at our favorite restaurant last night
I sat by the window just as before
The water outside was flecked with golden droplets
As it undulated in the light from our hotel room across the bay
I was in my spot; another was in yours
I was at our favorite restaurant last night
I sat by the window just as before
The water outside was flecked with golden droplets
As it undulated in the light from our hotel room across the bay
I was in my spot; another was in yours
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