Snapshot

I am speaking to you there without
Question when I see last leaves still
Safety pinned to the edges of central park
It is you I note this for
And when I see the colours and feel of clothes
In the heavy glass windows
You are the one I am a camera for
I survey all the faces on 5th avenue
The henna coloured skater with her
Green tutu and sagging chin every day
Ice lit for a smile in the plaza
I go to the cinemas full of lonely singles
To remember dark images for you
And you are the one I am a camera for
In bars and elevators I am coding
Messages receive this please over are you receiving me?
The nights are long I just want to
Speak with somebody, anybody
I toss on the double bed, naked in blankets
Out of reach are you still there?
You are the one I am a camera for