Sleeptalking

I walked to the last corner and said, 'No further.'
My words hung in the icy air for no one.

This was in a dream.
Out loud, I said, 'We're in trouble',

huddled myself against you,
as if to make the unconscious untrue.

Outside of sleep, I imagine your eyes opened,
briefly, a sad question on your lips,

before they closed again,
and the night moved on without us.