What is to happen to each of us?

from To My Wife At Midnight by W.S. Graham

Are you to say goodnight
And turn away under
The blanket of your delight?

Are you to let me go
Alone to sleep beside you
Into the drifting snow?

Where we each reach.
Sleeping alone together,
Nobody can touch.

Is the cat's window open?
Shall I turn into your back?
And what is to happen?

What is to happen to each of us
And what is to happen to each
Of us asleep in our places?