“He'll stare at the house for a long time, not remembering / the aftertaste of ice-cube tray popsicles, / searching for something he can call his. He'll have to drive away, like he always does-- / because your'e gone, and you've been gone, / and anyway, he was wrong about the color of your eyes.”— Kara Searcy, google.comTagged: Rememberance, Going Back, The Past, moving, Change