The day I met superman

I knocked myself down
in the doorway one morning
sat there alone, not warm
Remembering those nights
we had in the city
alone, just the two of us
Our little bowl
filled with pink, shiny jelly
looked half full, and then it was gone
You laughed, secretly.
Rubbing your eyes
I put on a smile as you started blowing
pink soapbubbles showing
My headace was finally gone

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