The letters are squeezed up my closing throat
My tongue stumbles around the strange sounds of another's mouth
Lips twist and form shapes in hopes of finding something that fits
I hear unfamiliar sounds
But I should know them
I should know what they are
I am making them
I trip into words
I wish to tie to a sentence
I focus on your eyebrows
How they dance on your forehead
I look for a nod
Until I'm empty of sounds
My head tilts
Ears straining towards your tongue
Catching glimpses of meaning
As my brain whirls in flashbacks
Remembrance echoes softly in signals
I am floating on a raft of words
Surrounded by a strangers