I tried to reach you
I failed to do that
So I lost you, my love
Now this man is lost

All I have are memories
I fear they are nightmares
As I relive that moment
Over and over again

I should be the one
Under the earth, not you
You should have been saved
I should have died instead

Forgive me, Megan, please
I wish I could hold you
Still tell you how much I need you
But all I have left are these tears

My physics teacher told me;
we never quite touch.
The electrons don’t allow it,
or something of the such.

It would be fun to say a sentence,
idealistic,
enigmatic,
cliché,
and trite.
Perhaps a little something such:

“You touched my heart, you gave it a chill.”

But
you
never
did.

And
you
never
will.