Two days from Christmas, and I can't see you.
You, with the rest, dispersed globally.
No snow here; no you here - Its wrong.
You said that you miss me too,
Which embitters this more.
I'm buried alive
In gift-wrap; bags.
Rescue me.
I need
You.
I wrote this poem several years ago. It is an Etheree, which is a kind of poem which starts with 10 syllables in a line, and decreases by one syllable each line until you get to one syllable.
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