When You Leave a Mad Man

There she was at the fair with the guy she left me for
There was a long moment of silence

That little stand off
when neither party knows
what the other is going to do

I wonder if she sees
the same memories I see?

How we held each other
and filled the night
with the steam our kisses
and long lasting sighs

Fondling our body parts
and cloying with flesh
promising the moon.
She told me I was superman
and I wrapped her in my cape.

Time wore on and the cape got old.
She began to tell me
that I was insensitive.
that I was distant and too hard to reach.

All the wile I cradled
a bottle in my hand
and refrained from telling her my nightmares.

I loved her so I could forget my madness
and I did not want to add my madness to her
So she found someone else
to assuage her unfed fire in the night
Someone who could fill the emptiness
that I could not fill

When I found out about him
I will not lie
and say my finger did not itch
at the end of a trigger,
but I only thought about it for a while

I break the silence with a nod
and I move on

As I look behind me
I see them moving
a little slower
a little less carefree.

Moving like they have second thoughts.
as that reborn cape of mine
flutters in the wind.