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Holding Distant Hands
As an unmarked box is delivered, to our humble front door
A careful night of planning, together but apart once more
Lined with an outfit, a board game
And a perfectly pre-chosen film
We dress in each’s attire and count the minutes til’
With a rapping at the door, posing as an unknown surprise
A companion’s delivered food, could it be a burger or maybe fries
In unmarked boxes, the aroma is wafting great
The Styrofoam mystery, will serve as a disposable plate
We dial in together and open in a shock
Our favorite foods in front of us, munching as we talk
Joking on the outfits, we had chosen as the others cover
We begin to roll the die
Taking turns with one another
In a game of twists and turns, triumphs and setbacks
Each move we make is fantastic, causing our smiles to crack
With a winner declared, we rest into our most comfortable spot
A classic holiday film, with a resembling plot
The actors are distant, across the globe it seems
But in one fell-swoop they’re brought together
Just as this night of dreams
