An ongoing draft in response to Robert Brewer’s excellent prompt: “As I was saying.”

I wonder how this conversation’s parts
separated themselves into these chunks,
forgetting the together it starts
as. I was saying everything at once.

And all these words still sat asleep, not heard
but curled beneath weighty, familiar stings.
A prickly blanket holds them as unstirred
as I. Was saying different disturbing?

Or perhaps that was the talk-splitting maul.
Different begats separate ways, each their own
path leading everyone to ends as small
as I was. Saying this stands alone.

But once alone, discovery begins.
As I was saying: take care fitting in.