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One Evening on the Bay
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Love On that cool night on San Diego Bay,
we shared a Two-Buck Chuck from
Trader Joe’s. It was the craze.
You brought a little bottle of zin
just for me, knowing my taste.
The winds blew pastel that night,
frolicking over sailboats and
lovers walking the shoreline,
furnishing new dreams,
breathing new life into the
love we knew would always be ours.
You whispered that sayonara
does not always mean goodbye.
The winds stirred the bright lights
on the water’s surface, and the
skyline shimmered.
We held each other in the chill
of autumn, our season to fall in
love again.
That night, I was as happy as I
would ever be.
