Did you wait for that strange evening
to rehearse your regrets
to mix them with pigment
and paint them out of the picture?
The old man at the door
says he knows you.
He's waiting in the living room
where circus clowns have gathered
to compare notes.
Your mother and father
are there too, dressed down,
as you will always remember them.
The smiles on their faces
cast shadows which the clowns
will use in their act. Why continue
looking through the phonebook
when you know they've all moved away?
When you know they don't want to
hear from you ever again?
