The silence between us was so palpable that I thought to cup a handful of it, can it and file it on the shelf with all of my other jars of personal defeat. But when I held it to my ear, the silence had been replaced by a kind of post event static of a universe seething with particles born of chaos. A static that is nearly the only evidence left of the spark that lit the whole thing.

It’s statements like this that cause your head to turn away in a nod that becomes a shudder and a smile that becomes a flinch. I analyze you personalize. Together we make a person, conserving energy more and more until we walk into a room and knock all the sound waves from the air. Able to hear only static when we tell each other goodbye.