And now it's the day
after.
The event is over.
The planning and
preparation have come to fruition.
It happened, or it
didn't, with all its glory and confusion, sorrow and celebration.
And now it's the day
after.
The waiting is
finished.
The decisions are
done.
The whirlwind of
wondering has died.
The chosen outfit
worked, or it didn't, and beauty and horror and uncomfortable glamour was felt.
And now it's the day
after.
The words that were
said.
The tears that were
cried.
The thoughts that
still hang as an echo.
Were they real? Was it right?
Was it necessary and true? It was
so important then.
And now it's the day
after.
It felt so
immediate.
It seemed so
powerful.
It loomed so large
and important.
It was the dream.
It was the fear.
It was the goal.
It was the end.
And now it's the day
after.
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