The imaginary character
that makes a young soul
believe in it.
Bringing the character
back to life
with a clap.
The touch
that makes the adult soul
believe in it.
Bringing
the heart of the victim
back to life with a touch.
The whisper
that makes an old soul
believe in it.
Bringing the soul back to life as a memory.

He was the apple I took a bite out of,

savored every droplet of juice that squished out of every bite.
He was the sculpture I touched so softly,

felt every line and bump that my fingers ran over countless times.
He was the boundaries that I climbed over,

adventurous and reckless not worrying about a care in the world.
I was to hungry, I was to longing for touch,

I was to young to know he was a forbidden fruit.
Something I should have never touched.

The one that can save any human,
someone in the littlest distress,
or someone in the most.

You saved her.

You've saved everyone you've come into contact with.
As for the one you couldn't save; it constantly reminds everyone of someone, someone who can't be and shouldn't be gone.
The affect it put on you, the look in your eye when you drift off into the distance.

Sometimes superman needs his own super hero saving.