Wrong

Food on the table,
Drinks passed around,
I wished I was able,
To indulge in his warmth.

His smile I see,
In every faces,
His touch I feel,
Almost like a trance.

Yet I sense,
Something wrong,
It was cold,
A word became cruel.

My heart sank,
The world swerved,
I felt giddy,
I wanted to cry.

-A piece of Junaidah's thoughts