Wheelhouse at 10...

"Tomorrow we'll be in Montenegro", he said.
he called himself Andy, missing his friend.

The sun blazing red joined the warm salty sea. 
Two dolphins swam by. "A good sign", you tease. 

You fit like a glove. 
You feel like love.

I'm polite as the Commonwealth, you laughed once again. 
And asked to meet at the Wheelhouse at ten.

And damn. your eyes. They twinkled and shone.
I could live here forever. you were always home.
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