You lived your life by the power of the mind.
Constantly caught up in your own thoughts.
Lost in a world of languages and computers.
A world I could gaze at but never quite reach.
And I wish you were here now because I need your advice.
You were content to let others fight your battles.
At least on the outside.
Inside you were ready.
Ready to be the hero no one would give you the chance to be.
Left alone in the shadows instead of being in the spotlight.
You never saw your own worth.
You never took the time to think that maybe everyone is special.
And I miss you.
Every night when my computer's on the fritz or I come across an incoded document:
I miss you.
I miss your blue eyes drilling into me with a thousand questions.
I miss the strands of unruly blond hair matted on your forehead.
I miss your laugh when my error is stupid and pointless.
I miss you.
But what's worse than you going is what's here now.
Anger.
Regret.
Fear.
Everyone else is dying around me and here I am.
A ghost, all alone.
So you led your life using the power of your mind.
And you never thought anything you did mattered.
You wanted to be in the spotlight.
You wanted to be a hero.
And in the end you were.
You died so another could live.
A hero.
So it no longer matters how you led your life.
Or what you thought you were worth.
Or how you died.
Or whether or not you ever became a hero.
It doesn't matter to you because you're dead.
And it doesn't matter to me because even if you were everything
you weren't, I would still miss you just as much.
Goodbye, Doug.
I miss you.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to Marvel Comics. They are not being used for profit only entertainment. The poem is copyrighted to me.
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