Writers Jam

The one that got away was me,

Not in love, but in memory—

A softer girl with curious eyes, who reached for stars in honest skies.

She wanted the world to just be kind, with fierce belief and open mind.

Her world was dusted warm and wide, before she slipped beneath the sunrise.

She’s not dead— but dimmed by time. Lost in the years, that were just right, I look for her in the mirror,

The one I was… who got away.

And though I wear her smile sometimes,

Now she lingers in a distant place.

And when the night grows dark and still, I grieve the girl that got away.