It laid in the midst of the cemeterybeneath the big gloom tree leaves withered and dry cased aside, I wondered why unpainted with no statement, no here liesthe faceless tomb, not wife, nor a groomno tears, no weary eyeslike a bat in the day they all stared blindno family, no love unpainted, with no name, no faceno statement of happiness or graceno one to bare their sorrows no one to grasp their pain just a body in a room....

Dream: Why you didn’t save me Robert; But I tried; You could have saved me, You could have saved me, It your fault that I am de….. Huh! Damn nightmares are back, (Alison) ‘what wrong hunny’ nothing am good just a lot on my mind ‘Tricia’ yea Tricia! Tricia was a sixteen year old Latina from New Jersey and my first case as lead detective,Back then we stayed in the city of Conroe, just outside of Houston, oh! I was so over j...