To the One that Got Away
I was walking home one night
Many years ago
I was cold, the moon was bright, and the roads were full of snow.
I walked about an hour
(Although it felt like four)
Then, my legs lost all their power
And I could walk no more
So I sat upon a park bench to regain all my lost strength
To pass the time, I watched people come and go
Then, I saw a man at length
Whose face I seemed to know
He looked at me, and I at him
As our gazes crossed
In my mind, memories began to swim
But then were drowned and lost
Who was this man whose image I could not place?
And what was his name?
Were the streets where I had seen his face?
Was he a player in some boyhood game?
Just for a moment I lowered my gaze
And just for that moment, I began to see
Memories, like the moon's silver rays
Came shining down on me
I dashed quickly across the street
To embrace my long-gone friend
But after my feet
Had reached their journey's end
I did not see him in the crowd
Though there were many other men
And I heaved a sigh so loud
Because I was alone again
Maybe Fortune will be kind
And we'll meet again someday
But, as of now, my whole mind
Is on the one that got away