i’m a modern day icarus
always flying too close to the sun.
not because of human hubris
but because i long for your warmth.
because what is life in this dark city
without your light?
i’d build a thousand false idols
if it meant bringing you back to life.
i’d fashion you out of clay
and plead for the gods themselves
to give a chance at rebirth.
i’d search for you for an eternity
and then some
if it meant proving
that you were still alive.
i’d turn back time
and make it so we never met
so you could never pick up the mantle
that was meant to be mine.
i’d give you all my memories in place of yours
and rescue you from hell myself
if it meant i didn’t lose the family
that i’ve always been so hesitant
to accept as mine.
Author's Note: This poem was originally part of my Batman-based NaPo collection from this past April. If you want the context for this character poem, you can check out the explanation at the end of the poem here!