hearing between the lines

I felt the space between your ear and your other ear. Drifted between one end to the other. It was chilling, not knowing what you think about me, while knowing that you think about me. A close friend asked me about us the other day. More accurately, he asked me about you. I couldn’t give him a good response. People talking about you and me and us was both comforting and nerve wracking. All I was able to say was that you drifted between my ear and my other ear.