Did you wait for that strange evening
when the lights dimmed on cue
to run out of the house
and into the backyard
celebrating the emptiness?
The echo was your friend.
You walked along the dark streets
painting Xs on lampposts.
Too bad they fell off the truck.
Too bad they lingered a moment too long.
The delivery man lost your address
and failed to radio ahead.
Your cell phone tracked you here
to this theater
where the audience sits
masked and silent
waiting for the organ recital to begin.
