Could it be you?
Don't tell me your kryptonite- I know.
It's in the way you move.
Your kryptonite is life.
It isn't for you what it should be.
Is that why you left?
Do you know my kryptonite?
Did I ever tell you?
Maybe you can guess.
It's green and brown and wild
and far away, in a different language.
It's as real and as clear
as the tattoo on your wrist- the one
I'll never see again.
That superman shield.
If you didn't guess-
It's your favorite color, the color of your eyes,
what you would have wanted to do with ...