Quite yet, yet it disappeared

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.