She has a tendency to...
trail off.
Into space, into thought
and I dangle by every word she doesn't wish to say...
right now, at the moment.

She breezes by...
on a cloud of ellipsis.
Floating in, floating out...
of the spaces between not knowing and knowing.

The silences aren't...
maddening.
They're not deafening
they just veil the thoughts she doesn't wish to finish...
right now, at the moment.