The One that Got Away

I remember the first time I glanced a flash of blue, such a fierce hue

that contrasted so with the bright overhead lights, blinded me - so bright!

A gasp left me as hazel met blue, the glint of golden crown

it took my soul's breath away, and slowly made me drown.

A start of friendship bloomed to more, and how perfect life was then!

Until another blue took me under their wing,

and another hazel memory called you king.

Away I went, but still we tried, and for a while it did well,

though hazel loomed and tortured me, and kept you under spell.

I wept for my loss of you, if only you felt the same.

Things could have been so different if you hadn't gone astray.

Then again a decade later, a brief flash of familiar blue;

But too late, too late! I tell myself, I no longer cry for you.

Though memories are cherished and your presence sorely missed,

I picked myself up off the ground, skin rough and still dirt-kissed.

A sunset now of faded reds was much like our good-bye,

I'm gone again and different, adapted to the night.