My Kryptonite

These buildings
I once scaled
are too tall and gray
for me today,
and the locomotive
rolls on by,
massive and broad,
unable to pique my interest.
Even light seems faster
than it used to be.
Not that it matters.

Birds fly overhead
with an ease
I now envy, and
the coat hanger
I tried to bend
in anger this morning
only exhausted me.

I rip my shirt open
from time to time,
looking for the usual
badge of courage
and strength, to
find a mere mortal
beneath the suit.
I can’t see through
walls anymore.

But in the end,
it was that picture of you
with someone new
that truly did me in.

Claire Juno, © 2015