Search for Lost Things

Search for Lost Things

A memory was stored over here.

The last conversation

was placed over there.

The smile.

A curious look away.

Drawings viewed over a shoulder. 

Someone playing dead,

or flying like a bird,

or folded over

in sorrow.

Lost for now

in the sadness,

saying goodbye. 

Okay, the last time.. Did I say I’m going to miss being here? The sketch is from the session I attended last night.

18”x 12” ink