Any Old Actress

Last night I glimpsed Regret,
His face faded as I sought his eyes.
vacant gestures obscured his madman’s words
hand-lettered, rain stained cardboard logic
“what might have been will never be
and so what was is empty”
A madman’s aimless gestures
ClutchedGrasped hand lettered logic,
‘What might have been will never be,
And so what was is gone naught.’
Rain soaked cardboard, broken shoes…
The end is drawing near.