The morning after everything became less extraordinary
- Caitlin Cassidy
- Mar 5
- 1 min read
The morning after
everything became less extraordinary
Came too late.
I was just myself again.
A woman, not a puzzle
Or piece of anything
I never wanted to go back to a place where
Colors did not radiate
And time progressed naturally.
Still, I couldn’t keep up this rhythm alone
And now at night, nothing dances
But at least for a time
They all thought I was good.
