Silence...
It's deafening, she says to herself.
She's reading too much into the absence of conversation.
She understands the why and what for, the commitment to something, not someone, else.. especially now..
Their absence of each other over years, has lead to a litany of explanations of relationships working and not...
By working, he meant not paying attention in all the right phases and her (not she) somehow putting up with what he does but the not didn't mean it ended, just that it's not.
And she explained.. had he done those things in their parallel universe, she would have never been that tolerant (although it didn't sound like tolerance hadn't been real..) And had it continued, life would be different for both.
He agreed but also admitted "it always takes two..."
To which she responded..."its all in how both sides handle the situation..."
And his closing words (in that moment) ..at which she smiled. 

         "Never truer words written"
Silence... she understands. Doesn't mean she has to like it....

PS...

As karma.. and the universe.. would command.... Silence was broken.
No explanation asked.. none needed to be given.. just "busy week".. she understood...for both...
The conversation flowed. Music, life, happenings..
The present, filled with easy banter... which helped explain the silence without specifically asking.
The way distant past revisited, because it can be in .. which was closer to both, having lived much of it together.. Yet apart.
The subtle innuendo that occurs each meeting but means much to both.
The anecdotes that help when memories fail...
An hour and a 1/2 later, which felt more like mere seconds, later .. ..
The parting... 

then... 

Sleep...

Sleep and Dreams.

 She's tired...  The calendar turns.. the year is almost done.  For what ever reason, although she really does know why, her life, has become exponentially busier.

3 nights...  3 hours of sleep..  4th night 5...  Why??  She Feels to drop asleep any second but she can't seem to stop working.  To many things to get finished, new things cropping up, taking the lead.

She takes her leave, heads to her resting place and turns on the music only for her ears.. her body begins to relax, her shoulders soften.. 

Her brain switches.  the melody line, rhythm and beat.   Off of the hustle and bustle that surrounding her in real life and onto the faraway thoughts of communications, conversations, language and words said to and from another not of this space but of this time.   With her eyes closed, she remembers the last exchange.  She smiles slightly... pulls her body under the covers .. and dreams..