Two Seasons

[Achebe]

Here there are two months of Summer
and seven months of Fall,
so I've got all the time in the world to miss you.  I like how your poem starts. The first three lines are lyrical, and evoke the wistfulness you're aiming for.
I count the leaves
dropping in the hall ...since the leaves wouldn't drop IN the hall, this is just for the rhyme, isn't it? Why not aim for something like 'I count the leaves falling / count them all, or a hundred other such possibilities?
and in the kitchen.
I can see the trees, ....to my ear, needs an unstressed syllable at the end. makes sense to bring the 'bare' to this line. 
bare.
In no condition to fight the cold, but they do it anyway. ...the rest reads like a separate poem. It doesn't go well with the lyrical beginning.  May not be bad in itself, but it's like drinking tea with salt in it - not the best combination.
I'm in no condition to watch the clock tick,
but it's 4:31, :32, :33 AM
and here I am
drunk off red wine and bad karma.
Too many blank stares and one liners.
I wish you would come save me,
but maybe that's just how the story ends.
And I will count the leaves
dropping in the hall
and in the kitchen.
Only six more months of Fall.

nice one.