…lost inside a house for twenty years had been a home and every hazel set of eyes a picture frames feel more alone… …my face doesn’t look the same; I won’t use that name, no, I threw it all away you promise not to hurt me… …you said you’d meet me at the river the place with all the red oak trees beside the water where my father died to all his blind disease. He took my grandad’s hand and slipped right in the water murky brown and then his sins all seemed to soak right in the black clays all around… …it seemed to slip away, turning years into days I squeezed our sand and only quickened its escape… …I took your heart as just a dare in the dark, my love. -Rhes