Forks and plates don't sing anymore
Kitchen floors don't dance anymore,
Warm embrace don't feel warm anymore
Cold touch they Leave a now chilling feeling;
That lingers on your skin to the tip of your
Fingers –
Christmas chorals don't feel like Christmas anymore
A walk in the neighborhood feels now unsafe
Friends turn to strangers
Meaning less conversations
Forgotten birthdays
No one to celebrate it with
What happened?
Where did it all go wrong.
-ashes poetry
