What was the first glance I placed?
Was it yours or mine?
Events unfold like quickening dawn
before I could recall it had all been done
We were playing it out
You tired of my want
I tired of your thoughts
My tide has come
filled, but then again drained
All wounds lay opened deep
so deep I forgot to weep
your silence speaks
leaves me warn and meek
But do I regret this trap
or miss this event
insatiable memory
take your fill
cause Ive had mine
