Another Letter to Emily

Dearest Emily–

I am a prisoner just like you

I sit near the window

Watching the neighbours go by

One day, suddenly, the snow began to fall

It was light, but burdened with solitude

As the children were out to play

Making snowmen and play fort

I dreamt of us making snow angels

But we are too old for such silly games

Instead, we had gone for a sleighride in the country

Watching the Northern Lights come out and dance

We drank hot cocoa until dawn

Then arrived home for a rest

To do it all over once more

Love, SchiZ

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