Silence of the Exterior

This poem is a reenactment of a real life situation. Literally.

He enters the room and mumbles some vague question of the music.
He waits as I fumble around for the answer.
Even when awkwardness has set in, he waits
For an answer he promptly forgets.
Another mumbled response from him and he sets off on his business.

[I had to trap this moment in writing. It was really strange when it happened. I still remember it.]