Quest for the Moment

I feel sick, sick to my stomach's core
The only thing I feel is numbing pain
And those emotions I attempted chasing away before
Have decided in my heart they'll remain

And though I try to be cheery
To hold my head towards the sun
I simply ponder, weak and weary
When it was this all begun

Was it that long ago day when we first met
Or the very last night we spent together
Was it the first time we met lips, or better yet
The very last time they severed

Was it the first time you lay down in my lap
Or our first private wrestling match
Was it when I watched you breath while you napped
Or after our squabbles, the breaths we catched

Perhaps it was during our first dance
Or the first dream that together we sought
Maybe it was when we first took the chance
That one day in the act we would be caught

Whether or not I've figured it out
Or whether about it I'll forever be lost
I know that for certain, and without a doubt
Our fun came at a worth while cost.

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