The Homecoming of Cinderella

When Cinderella returned from the ball
and came back to ordinary life
it still fit like skin.
Even though disappointed
that nothing happened all at once
Cinderella knew the best
possible good time
and magic had been
in the air.

The castle was a stranger's house
and Cinderella didn't know the rules.
All the love and magic
could not make it clear.
The little things
invented to make
life bearable
still waited

And Cinderella always worried
that the magic would not follow,
that tomorrow it would be gone
all hope with it.
What did magic still intend?
Could one ill placed word
poison it?