I like it when things aren't said.

When things aren't said, assumption lingers thick in the air;
The way that it fogs my vision is the most perfect way I would like to see the world.

When things aren't said the rumbling in my stomach stops;
no one anticipates, no one waits, no one attacks, no one comes up with a comeback.

When things aren't said, nobody has the last word.

When things aren't said, I actually don't know what to do, which gives me an excuse to not do.  

When things aren't said, I find it quiet,
and the night finally comes to an end.