I'm not good at remembering faces

But yours I can't forget

I can't forget your face when my voice exceeded its usual volume

Your weight shifting away and towards me

An internal debate in process

Subtle movements in your wiry eyebrows

Eyes hesitant to look away but nervous to keep staring

I'm not good at remembering what I'm told

But I can recall your hollow silence

Right down to the shaky breath you let out

A symptom of the gears in your mind cranking at supersonic speeds

Trying to figure out what to say next

If speaking was even necessary after that moment