Would there ever be 
Ever, not soon
Enough plasticity of the mind
Allowing one – me – to figure out
Each one of the weapons?

I believed it firmly,
It felt no harm,
It carried no shame.
I could have battled
Many more million years.

And yet-

Quietly,
You were there, plenty

And quietly,
You were not enough of.

I haven’t noticed the exact,
Precise moment

Silly me!

As you unfolded,
Waned

When I was looking elsewhere,
When I wasn’t ready
Quite yet.