An empty chair sitting next to an empty chair. There is so much to say. Explain all that is unrequited and unfinished between them. This is a dialogue. Explain why it is snowing and whose mouths are to be fed before twilight. Have the long heldback conflict commence under the cover of silence. And if they are rocking chairs? Reflect on rust. They must not be an old married couple or brothers looking back. Any conversation should be able to lead to true intercourse, or out to the road beyond the hydrangeas. What are ghosts to one another–what keeps them troubling the air?