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This poem is a whisper from the past, a quiet echo of a 'like' that never fully bloomed. It's for someone I knew years ago, someone who remains a warm, faded photograph in my heart. I affectionately, and perhaps a little wistfully, call him my TOTGA, The One That Got Away . Even though we never officially tried to be anything more, there was a potential there, a spark that never ignited. Not regret, but an acknowledgement of a path not taken, and unanswered questions that still linger. He's a question mark in my personal history.
Years have flown, a silent stream,
Since last we talked, a fading dream.
Not love, perhaps, but something near,
A whispered fondness, held so dear.
TOTGA, a name I keep,
For paths diverging, secrets deep.
You touched my life, then slipped away,
Leaving a memory, come what may.
Did feelings fade? I cannot say,
The silent years have had their sway.
But still, a flicker, soft and low,
A memory of long ago.
A thought unspoken, lingering still,
Of what could be, against my will.
TOTGA, a ghost of might-have-been,
A face remembered, a forgotten scene.
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This poem is a whisper from the past, a quiet echo of a 'like' that never fully bloomed. It's for someone I knew years ago, someone who remains a warm, faded photograph in my heart. I affectionately, and perhaps a little wistfully, call him my TOTGA, The One That Got Away . Even though we never officially tried to be anything more, there was a potential there, a spark that never ignited. Not regret, but an acknowledgement of a path not taken, and unanswered questions that still linger. He's a question mark in my personal history.
Years have flown, a silent stream,
Since last we talked, a fading dream.
Not love, perhaps, but something near,
A whispered fondness, held so dear.
TOTGA, a name I keep,
For paths diverging, secrets deep.
You touched my life, then slipped away,
Leaving a memory, come what may.
Did feelings fade? I cannot say,
The silent years have had their sway.
But still, a flicker, soft and low,
A memory of long ago.
A thought unspoken, lingering still,
Of what could be, against my will.
TOTGA, a ghost of might-have-been,
A face remembered, a forgotten scene.
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Indeed, skyfall. Until now, my thoughts have been filled with What-ifs and might-have-beens.
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I actually feel sad remembering what exactly happened before. Thank you, waterandfire. :)
That's true, zhazhagee. But that's all there is to it - sadness, regret, and perhaps some resentment on my part.
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Past will always be a part of our present, things happen for a reason🌻
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Yes, I do agree. I am also a firm believer that nothing happens without a cause. :)
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