The One That Got Away (For a Day)

Not the same day, I say

The one that got away—for a day,

Slipped through time in a sideways way.

Not gone forever, just out of sight,

Like morning fading into night.

It wasn’t that day, the one they mean—

The tragic, final, never-seen.

No, this was different, a twist in fate,

A moment paused at memory’s gate.

She brushed the world and walked on past,

As if tomorrow would forever last.

A breath, a glance, a word delayed—

A silence where a song once played.

We danced in hours not quite real,

Where nothing touched and yet could feel.

But when I turned to speak her name,

The day had shifted, not the same.

Not loss, not love, not clear regret,

But something harder to forget.

A ghost of closeness, held at bay—

The one that got away that day.

And though the sky still dawns with grace,

I seek her in each mirrored face.

Not the same day, I softly say—

But I still miss her anyway.