Astonishment stops the words building on my tongue.
This wasn’t a stop on the track when conversation begun.
We’re veering onto detours of expectations never expressed.
Maps have not been charted for these alien concepts.
My mind flashes back to buried words to unearth hints.
Forgive me if past journeys your words tint.
Never have you acknowledged any regard for me.
Now you want me to accept this path unquestioningly?