We had just begun to talk to each other.
Just like an infant,  after being taught
How to
Perfectly round it’s lips
Or touch it’s  tongue,
to the roof of its mouth.
Giving birth to an audible
Slightly incomprehensible sound,
And trying to form these intricate
words, pitched into sentences.
A poem, with you, I wanted to create.

As you spoke a perfect verse,
Intimidated,
my linguistics failed.
Just like an infant, after getting
bored,
You moved on to more intriguing things
Leaving our conversation derailed.

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