Conversation is impossible, but it was without the roar. The words have not changed in this long lockdown season, so we have ceased speaking them.
And so we sit in silence until the cacophony fades.
She unhunches herself then, feet return to floor, and we, unspoken, eyes unmet, return to what we now pretend is normal.
And so we stay, until the inevitable awful return of the noise, and the silence.