the one that got away

“Good Morning, my little fishy!”
“It looks like another wonderful day.”
I say as I give them some flakes of food
before I go off on my way

they swim around earnestly
and chase each other for fun
which makes me stop and wonder
if they are just looking for someone

maybe, they are all lovesick and lonely
forever searching the tank all day
filled with old longings and regret
thinking about the one that got away

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