It's not that time yet, is it? Surely I just slept too long!
When I looked through my window I saw your back and I knew I would not be able to bear your parting, not again.
Of course, you think it's enough that I slog my way through the greater part of the year without you, but I that's because you don't know what it does to me just being near you.
Tell me this, my favorite friend, do you think of me while you're gone? Do you even remember that you've left me sitting here by my window waiting for your return?
I remember everything about you.
Your smell: Whether day or night; it's crisp, like the bite of an apple.
Your taste: like cinnamon and warm bread, baking on an open hearth.
Your sound: leaves, crunching underfoot... and laughter. Why is there always laughter when you're close by?
Your cold like snowflakes and warm like a campfire; throwing sparks into the sky, keeping my back cold, but my hands and face warm.
But the look of you! Why, you're a vision, unreal! A magical feast for the eyes! As if God Himself has thrown from the sky, gold doubloons made of parchment. Red and yellow rose petals, light as paper, falling from trees.
Please, come back soon.
Why your stay is always so brief, I'll never know. Have I broken a rule or offended in some way so terrible that you must take flight before I have had my fill of you? But we both know I could never have my fill of you. I repay reason with greed.
I will be here. I will be waiting by this window when you return! For if I leave this spot, I might miss your recurrence and I would never forgive myself if I was not here to welcome you home. I am counting the days.