The snow is beautiful out tonight,
i say from inside the black room
There is a candle on the floor.
Dancing skeletons across the sky, you say.
Today is January 14th. Your voice flickers the candle.
You alter my light.
Shadows move.
You're playing with the wax. Drip drip drip.
What time is it?
I don't know girl, it doesn't matter.
We all forget in time, you say.
You smile at my back.
I am facing the wall.
I don't take the time from anyone.
You stand up.
Stop playing with those things!
And I put the shadows back in the drawer.
I ask, tell me about the black room?
You tell me it's black.
Is the snow still beautiful out tonight?
You're laying down again.
The shadows are gone.
Dancing skeletons across the sky, you laugh.
Yes.
Hours pass. What day is it? you ask me.
We all forget in time, I reply. You laugh again.
Knock knock.
Someone is at the door.
Get up and get it.
You're still playing with the wax.
But there are no doors in the black room, I say.
You blow out the candle. I open
the drawer. There are no windows either.
We spent some time throwing
shadows on the wall.