The Things we Leave Unsaid

I have always believed the most meaningful encounters happen without words.

I watched your eyes, trying to understand the smallest changes in your expression. The slight turn of your head. The way your gaze settled, then wandered.

I found myself drawing those movements in restless lines, one crossing another, never quite reaching a conclusion.

What passes between two living creatures when neither asks anything of the other?

Perhaps more than we will ever understand.