Elbows and Knees

I dreamed that we were sitting.
Us.
Together.
Elbows, knees touching;
Mouths moving.
Topics that graced each others presence;
The art of conversationalists.

I awoke to us never speaking.
Mere contact in hallway passings.
No attempt for communication.
Self-kept and slightly introverted, there were no ways of exchanges.
Without a receipt of past conversations,
There was no policy.
No refunds. No returns.
And I'm too scared to buy anything.