We share a view (the one I promised you)
in my heart,
so you could photograph the very best
of my home.
And the view this morning, my dear,
looks beautiful,
just like the last day of summer
looked beautiful.
I wish you took a picture of us
sitting on my balcony,
looking over the city, the lake, the hill,
and then, the Cascades!
That was the best day;
I memorized every inch.
But now we are thin memories
printed on cellulose strips.
Still even now, I wonder about you,
the young, wild photo taker.
It seems, you never did learn how to romance
a boy who sits, who remembers.
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 3:21 AM UTC
We share a view (the one I promised you)
in my heart,
so you could photograph the very best
of my home.
And the view this morning, my dear,
looks beautiful,
just like the last day of summer
looked beautiful.
I wish you took a picture of us
sitting on my balcony,
looking over the city, the lake, the hill,
and then, the Cascades!
That was the best day;
I memorized every inch.
But now we are thin memories
printed on cellulose strips.
Still even now, I wonder about you,
the young, wild photo taker.
It seems, you never did learn how to romance
a boy who sits, who remembers.