Silence is the new décor of our home. Empty chairs with broken bones. Fading colors of dreams seem to accent the the brokenhearted theme. Windows that once held a picturesque view are now shaded with dingy colored hues. A man and a woman walk in polar directions no longer cognizant of their imperfections. Silent are the voices that used to sing love songs. When did this marriage go wrong. Softly she cries at the bedroom door as she tells him, “I don’t love you anymore.