What we have done

We weren't crazy,
we weren't young.
But not quite sane, not yet old.

Yet it happened and we let it.
No guilt, no innocence;
just the fact of what we had done.

Yet there was hope, once tears of joy.
And hope has gone; tears no longer joyful.
Cursed by what we have done.

The past is no friend and always a judge.
Escape, we can't and we wont.
Imprisoned by what we have done.

No touch,
No connection,
No more.
No stare without a shameful look away.
Castrated by what we have done.

The sand trickled slowly,
The sun revolved brightly,
Hand rotated carelessly.
And they still do,
Still do.
Unaffected by what we have done.

First I saw you,
then I knew you.
There is a history to what we have done.
But you are silent, and I'm forgetful.
Just what have we done?