Last night you and I sat across the table from each other with a bottle of wine between us, chatting quietly. And that song came on.
   We didn't look at each other. And we didn't talk.
A few moments after it ended, still looking elsewhere, I asked you a question about something not insignificant, but not important.
   You answered, and we were back.

The silence will feed me for at least a week.
                  - mwk