I still remember the first time i considered it.

i had dissolved into the back seat of the bus and there you were

just a few rows up

illuminating all of reality with that golden smile

nullifying the beauty of everything else in existence.

and there i was

wishing i had met you long before the luckiest bastard on the face of the planet took you off the market

trying to drown myself in a tidal wave of serenity

imagining all the golden years we’d have together before the cruel mistress of mortality took you from me

your perfectly-woven golden hair basking in the sunlight as they sealed you in and lowered you into that plot.

i’d jump in right after you and spend the rest of time in eternal bliss.

that’s the sheer truth of it all.

i won’t spend the rest of eternity waiting for superman,

just for you