Two Seasons

[CRNDLSM]

I enjoyed this more each time I read it.

Here there are two months of Summer
and seven months of Fall, very intriguing
so I've got all the time in the world to miss you.
I count the leaves
dropping in the hall
and in the kitchen.
I can see the trees,
bare.
In no condition to fight the cold, but they do it anyway.
I'm in no condition to watch the clock tick,  you see yourself bare
but it's 4:31, :32, :33 AM this is great
and here I am
drunk off red wine and bad karma.  I really like how non specific this poem is and feel this bluntness is unnecessary 
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.  Terrific ending, reaffirm the intro and mood  with the counting and the hall and in the kitchen and the fall, I just like saying this over and over again, its crazy.  Needs to be said aloud I think.