Crocheted scarf from 2019,

Lips smothered in Vaseline,

Empty trees reach out to dreary skies,

Winter chill squeezes her thighs,

Soaked socks from piles of slush,

Walk back home in a rush,

Streetlight illuminates the falling snow,

Window let’s in an amber glow,

Snuggled in heaps of sheets,

While snow decorates the streets,

A girl below wrapped in a scarf of red,

While she sips hot chocolate in her bed,

Through the window they share a gaze,

The Window Watcher mouths “happy holidays”,

She motions the Walker to come up,

The Walker is sent off holding a cup