Milky glint

We met
The milky glint subsided on your eye
That toyed and clawed the edges of mine
Was all that seemed to matter at the time so
Is there any chance
We can forget the dance
That dragged you to your knees?
As we
Are but flotsam on the loam
Dross upon the silt and sad and sorry
Separations that occur
Whenever there is weed to burn