The uncleaned dishes stare at me
As I go for another fresh meal
The piling went on, but
I couldn\'t get myself to clean
Cause the plates held,
Memories of what was
Now unclean lay bare
Smell horrid with scent
Of the old food I had eaten
Washing them would
Set em clean but,
Was I read to let go
Of what could have been
When they stare at me,
I stare back, I try to recollect
The reasons despite, for
Why I have them stacked