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.