I want to write.
Another poem
or maybe one of my stories.

I want to do something.
Take a walk,
do something fun.
Enjoy the sun.

I wonder
when he'll come home.
Hopefully soon.
I miss him already.

I like living together with him.
Has it only been five months?
Oh my... Feels like forever.
Glad we found our little place.

Hm, we need to finish
our kitchen, soon.
Or maybe do the garden first,
before winter sets in.

Winter? Oh no, already?
I would like some more summer...
Please, fall, go away
and take winter with you.

Even though
I do like the snow.
I just don't like
feeling cold all day.