Perhaps it is this
warm climate
April days damp with humidity by midmorning
Lush shaded evenings under
Bruised clouds, rolling in before a thunderstorm
I do not fit
I am
a tourist vacationing in South America
With a suitcase packed for an Alaskan cruise
I am out of place
In this steam bath apartment
My coffee has grown cold
The neighbors, boisterous are
up all night
too close
While you are
Loitering in a colder climate
sending me quiet letters from
so far away
I am left to play expatriate
Without a senorita
*title from It's good to be in love-Frou frou