Fever Dream II: My window reflects my image if the lights in my room are on

[styrofoam_jesus]

does it get dark this early
where you are? does it get
this dark this quickly, and
does the cold set in, where
you plan to rest your head tonight?

i had merely wanted to grow
fond of you slowly. i had
hoped we could touch hands
in the dark. i had hoped we
could have fallen in love, maybe.

yet those dark times don't
line up, yours and mine. but
the seasons may change still,
and tectonic plates may push
you closer to me, even while you sleep.