deepens
and the pot boils
on the stove,
i see you curling deeper
and deeper
into the couch,
wrapped
in holiday
sleeping clothes.
i'll be there soon,
as soon
as the water
boils
and i carry to you your
cup of tea
and plate
of Christmas cookies.
hold that thought,
my dear,
i'm on my way.
make room.
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