Blanket
The night keeps getting colder,
I watch from the window;
Watching the snow fall.
Separated by a frosted glass,
Growing misty with steaming coffee,
Huddled into a chair,
Feeling the warmth of your voice
Wrap me up like a blanket,
No matter where you are,
Though we haven’t met so far.
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