J.S.Hero

All heroes face death.
Some continue living after the hero inside is desolated.
This is a short tribute to my hero.
He was once the greatest man I'd ever known.
He held up the cold, vast world into the glory of the sun.
Now, he's weary; life has stripped all traces of heroic blood from his veins.
Who have I to look to now?
He is mortal, and I knew all along.
But, in my eyes he could do no wrong.
The peace that saturated my soul has been shattered.
It seems as though nothing ever mattered.
Once, you were Peter Parker. You were Spiderman.
In that story I would have been your daughter, May.
But, in this life there is no Mary Jane.
So, our story never was.
Realization sets in, and everything is dust.