A Conversation

I enter our conversation tentatively

Listening and trying so hard to understand.

And then I realise I am lost in your words,

As if in a maze,

I have lost my sense of direction in your half-formed thoughts and sentences.

Ideas and suggestions and maybes and shoulds and what-ifs swirl around me

As if in a fog, I am confused,

And now...

I have lost my own words.