We Dream The Dreams Dreaming Us

You say we should wait— 

It must have snowed all night or season,  

 

we don’t seem to know  

and there isn’t a clock; 

 

I say then  

 

we should  

 

wait, I  

trust you. 

 

The white page is blank outside;  

we haven’t heard in days. 

There is not enough time for a whole new plot. 

 

Inside, the wax dilates  

wide around the candle.

 

We sit in the dark

and wait

 

and are separate,

 

but looking at each other—