The One That Got Away - Silence of What Ifs

If a poet falls in love with you you will live forever. Atticus Finch - To kill a mockingbird. In the midst of conundrums, of 'what ifs.' I dislike the ocean, its bitter saltiness, brings no joy. Perched safely, upon the highest cliff, watching waves surge upon the shore. They are a constant reminder of how you waved goodbye. Each ripple carried you away - forever. Lost in reflection, sentimental memories remain eternal. Recalling how the sun caressed your face, mirroring your spirited smile - like a lantern in my darkness. Still unforgettable - the joy in those soulful eyes - each time you glanced at me. Nonchalantly, I would follow you. As we walked without a care - you never seeming to tire. In our youthful playground, rusty see-saws and swings still remember our laughter and tears - that first sophomoric kiss and I can still taste you. When night would arrive, there was no fear, hand in hand. You were like a mystical pixie, glowing in the enchantment of moonlight - it would illuminate through your eyes. We could have danced all night, our souls ascending to the heavens. But, I was afraid of new horizons, because, I knew you would depart - just like a shooting star. Without thinking, I broke your heart - before you could heal mine. I remain in the silence of 'what ifs.' But, I smile, content - knowing that once there was a time, your heart and mine, merged like day and night. Simple Musing 4 July 2020 This is a fictional poem. An example for the 'One who got away' contest.