I received great pleasure
watching the sun peak
over the mountaintops
during the early hours
of that final morning,
but it’s not the same joy
I got from waking up
with you next to me.
I received great pleasure
watching the sun peak
over the mountaintops
during the early hours
of that final morning,
but it’s not the same joy
I got from waking up
with you next to me.
It’s over.
The happy, carefree week of joy
has come to an end.
I’ve been transported back from
warm, sunny days full of smiles
and memories I’ll forever cherish
back to the cold, dreary world
I’ve spent years trying to escape.
As the half-frozen rains
and bone-chilling breezes
greet my face when I step out the door,
I recall the satisfaction
I had just days before
and remembering vacation reminds me that
it’s over.
I love it up here.
The mountains are beautiful.
Please don’t make me leave.