The morning after everything became less extraordinary

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.