Faces in the Attic

Faces that you let go of,
Maybe just for a day.
So that you may choose your tricks
With care, and
Panache.
Faces that I found hidden behind your hands,
Taking shelter from the sun.
And some I found in old and forgotten,
Bat infested ruins.
And we two, were lucky enough to be
With you.
Exchanging secrets over cigarettes and cheap tea.
Forgetting time like it reminds us so often.
So tell me again how you’ve been everywhere,
Everywhere but home.