Better Half


Fell in love with a hero afraid of the dark
it was natural, weakness was a quirk
which could end a streak of successful saves

The world had light and also evening’s eventuality

The hero woke early and changed batteries in flashlights
-just in case

Villains learned about the phobia over time
and all the traps set
for basements
and six months at the poles
never alleviated the fright

And love for the victims never waned either

Once caught where shade meets alley
the hero rushing past
took a glance
saw vague possibility of trouble-

Paralysis set in as analysis began.

Not paying attention, walked in the hero,
as dark released
its captive nothing
into undisturbed light

The hero hiding a chuckle
posing as savior
thought how even a secret identity
is not a better half.

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About kjpgarcia

Poet, pseudo-philosopher, blue collar overnight worker, former cook, vegan, coffee drinker, independent author of This Sentimental Education, Back Pocket Book and Distilled! and A Northern Elegy and Back Pocket Book. Student of languages and linguistics, and the mind behind kjpgarcia.wordpress.com. View all posts by kjpgarcia

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