Superman

I love him. My friend.
He didn’t know, and he left to see her.
He the one who was a real friend, and human. He cared for people, and he was better than the rest that he called friends.
He told me, “Leave. When love is gone, it is gone.” I took his advice too late. He listened.
We live in a wintery place, and it is dangerous. I think he got lost, but I was not there. She made him come because she has no feeling. So he left and didn’t come back. He veered off the road, and flew like Superman. He soared threw the sky to heaven above.
I love him.
She cried for a day, and then threw her so called love away. She shifted her gaze to my heart and speared it because she can’t look herself in the face. She is disgusting.
He left behind a smile that makes me know that I should keep going in times of sorrow, and I am. I am.
The old is gone. The new isn’t here. But I exist.
He is Superman. The Man of Steel who broke. My Super Hero who mended my heart. I cry. Others should be in his place. But it is not be. But what is not doesn’t mean it will never be. I will see him again.
My Superman.