The one that got way (Robert Frost) I was leaving again, yet again….. Traveling the road, acquainted with the night Nothing I should care to leave behind With all I have to hold in my heart and mind… Yet there seems to something beholding me The letters of my love so so dear be I crouch down to prevent them as they fall.. Why was I picking them up? Why they crawl? I look to the sky for memories of past.. How the dome of heaven for me had crashed How she tip-toed and glee, she danced till dusk Her steps awed angels, ashamed the musk She was the my poem of life, pure and simple And if it wasn’t enough, she had a little dimple.. A wildered butterfly awoke me to sigh The one that got away, my O’ my! There is no one like her, it frustrates me Down-to-earth values and good stock, you see She is now with the boy she had dreamt not For being so selfish that’s what I got Now, life is too much like a pathless wood The depth of sadness, boy! Are they crude? I cannot tilter from my path or sway But the memories will always hunt Of the one that got away!!!