You,

your ethereal beauty and wit always enchanted me,

lighting my boring world on fire.

You danced through life, seldom adhering to its imperfect rules

as if you were a god among mortals.

It’s funny how fast things can change,

but the things you hate always stay the same.

It’s an ugly twist of fate,

that as two hurtling chunks of metal struck, you were trapped inside.

If only I had been the one who died.