"I have to say goodbye to her."
Right from the the moment she came matching back into my life (in a ray of purple light) she is already busy at work clouding up my mind.
(three weeks without her was punishment by itself)
Saying what I have to do is far easier then doing it, and my lips would rather say something else then goodbye.
'hello, stranger' 'I'm sorry' 'I'm your super-hero' 'I love you'
I knew from the very start, when I turned from blue and red to black, that she would be the hardest to push out of my life and my mind.
(and out of this bruised heart I've been wanting to give to her for years)
"You can trust me, please."
Each word screams for me, for the red/blue blur, her savior, and my feet almost slip sending me falling, unmasked right before her eyes.
But then the faces of hose who have died (my reminder burning away on my chest) and who have suffered pull me back into the solitude I've chosen.
With swift feet I keep her all knowing eyes from finding me, those beautiful things that are dying to see me, but I relish in every smile.
(each smile not for Clark Kent, who is dead and buried, but for her hero)
'goodbye' never comes, for her it won't come pass these lips she's both kissed and almost kissed over the years, and I believe it never will.
I knew this as a fact, the moment her warm voice washes over me, being my hero in her own way, and the only one I have left.
And thanks to her, who is forever hanging on to my mind for dear life (and not even knowing it), I know that I'm still very much human.
(unlike Chloe's biting, slicing into this already chopped heart of mind, words were saying)
"Thank for you for saving me out there, I was afraid you disappeared for good."
"I should have, I supposed to, but I can't. Promise this is just between us?"
And within twenty-four hours, with her face haunting my every step, I had broken the vow I had made and kept for three weeks, but for her I would do it again in a heartbeat.
(that heart she is already holding at the moment)
"I promise."