Tacit understanding

I don’t know really why or

what made me give you a call.
And then,
in the absence of anything else to say,
we ended up discussing
how we were living and how much difficult
life has become for us to live.
These and many such other inanities
that we usually do to while away time,
more like beating around the bush.
Then suddenly both of us realise
these random dialogue was not at all necessary.
What follows is a silence, on both ends
where we both can clearly hear the sound
of our breathing across the waves
connecting our cell-phones.
Some incoherent words tend to rise,
from a deep slumber
and try to stretch themselves
after a long hibernation; but again,
they fall flat and flop
against the comfort of tacit understanding.