What Used to be Left

The place I used to come to since I was 12 years old is different. It used to be my second home but now it seems as if it never knew me. It is as if we are strangers to one another. It used to be filled with so much love, and warmth. Now it feels so cold. It feels dark. The many conversations and laughter that used to take place has ceased. There are less little feet tapping on the dance floor. A place where we would have after class gatherings, is no longer welcoming of us to gather. Now it seems as if as soon as class is over everyone just leaves and does not stick around. We all used to sit in the building on Market Street., talking, laughing and dancing for hours on end even when we did not have to be there. The place I used to spend 12 hours or more a week, I now only spend an hour a week if that when I am around. It has all changed and I cannot wrap my head around it. Ever since she has passed everything has been different. Our beloved Carol Lorraine Cubbage Davis was the glue that kept our dance school together. She was such a great person to be around, she was filled with such joy, love and laughter. She always knew what to say when you were having an off day. I miss that bright smile that warms your heart. The dance school that I came to know as Progressive Center for Dance is now called Ms. Carol’s Center for dance in memory of our angel. Everything is just so different from what it used to be since she’s been gone. I want what used to be to come back.