i interpret the words of your silence
incapable of comprehension
incapable of reading your averted eyes
your words vibrate against my skin
as we repeat nothingness to each other
back and forth
over and over
over and under 
the ideas and the memory
part of me clings to our slience
wishing i could hear your words 
and not analyze their every syllable
but my eyes can never decieve yours
and always send you away 
before abundance of thought arrives
you remain in the midst of me
even in your absence 
jealousy of your strengths
leave me questioning my own.