A bed is where we lay
Pondering on the separation
And miles we would be apart

A cabin to ourselves
Tending to goats and chickens
Our body temperatures mixing
It won't happen this year

I had too many ties down here
Your family awaited you up north
You'll be returning soon

But that time to ourselves
And the responsibilities of mundane living
Hikes set with foresty fields
Golden glows, meters above sea level
Will not come to fruition this year

It's only been a day
And today I choked up
On the drive back home
You choked up on your way north

I'm decent at letters but this will do.
Te amo, amore