Cassidy Jo

Feb 18, 2025 | cassidyjowrites.medium.com | Cassidy Jo |Cassidy Sutton

Cassidy Jo·Follow2 min read·--The piano you played long ago that filled our house with song now hides in the corner collecting dust. I played it once, expecting the music to bring you home. Plunk. Tink. Bum. But you never showed. When you were here, each tone warmed the house with beauty, love, even humor. Now I strike the cold, hard keys, and they withhold their melody like they could only share it with you.