mirage

It was that autumn in New York
The ring that turned my finger green
And the bread crumbs in the water
While you kissed me on the swing

That little corner bakery
Closed without a sound
But we still walked by to visit
As the leaves covered the ground

And the bench in Central Park
Where we bent to carve our names
We went back just once to sit there
Before the winter came

It's this loud Grand Central Station
I can't seem to figure through
As these doors hiss shut to curtain
My fall mirage of you

If you come back to Manhattan
Any time the leaves are green
To stand among the buildings
And remember what has been

You won't find me in Brooklyn
Or on Fifth Avenue alone
I've gone back to San Francisco
Where the bay has called me home