By the end,
I never saw much of him;
Late nights on the job
Weeks spent overseas
And when we was home
His attention focused elsewhere
On world issues
On planning ahead
Barely a glance in my direction
And I’d often think back
To when we first met
Secret notes across the
Classroom at Junior High
Holding hands in Senior year
Then aching for and missing him
As he swept off to the city
His calling stronger than our bonds
I should of known then.
But I followed him,
Followed him into that dark city
Where we found each other,
And, as it goes, were married.
At first I thought him tender
Lying in the night, together,
His shoulders, broader than
When he was playing football
Eventually I woke up and realised
I never slept because he snored
I worked, he worked,
Yet I did everything at home,
While he was jet-setting,
Telling me wondrous stories
Of his great adventures,
That slowly, painfully,
Grew more and more uninteresting
Until he was just an absence
And I felt invisible
Through his lack of presence
And he looked at me
Like he was looking through me
And I felt invisible
When he was present.
Eventually, I made the decision
Not to be there any more,
And it took a cab,
A hotel, and a flight
To Europe before I woke,
And realised,
Superman was never
That super to me.