Looking back
- Caitlin Cassidy
- Apr 3
- 1 min read
Updated: Apr 9
Imagine you have a feeling you can’t name.
You know it’s just a feeling. Feelings can be rather silly. Rather wrong. This hasn’t happened in a while. (Being wrong, in general of course, has.)
And it’s strange and lovely in a way you just can’t stop holding.
You keep waiting for the rest of it to meet you.
It doesn’t.
It keeps on its path.
One day it looked back at you. You knew then.
There is sadness in what must happen next.
You both walk away, not knowing.
