Superman's Cape

The red cap flutters to the floor, thrown off in his haste to leave.
He is no longer my superman, just a man.
Crawling under the cape I seek solace.
I can smell his warm clean scent.
His warmth still clings to the folds.
It keeps me safe on long lonely nights.
I wrap it around me for warmth from the cold.
I dry my tears with its soft edges.
Gradually I begin to push it back;
I crawl out from under it to begin again.
Days pass slowly, but I begin to feel stronger.
One day I suddenly remember his cape.
I look around only to realize that it now hangs from my shoulders.
I understand that I was the amazing one.
I am my own superhero, no one else.