To Find You


by Scott Lockhart

I kept asking you
the same question
but your answer was
vacant, empty,
there was nothing real about it.
I remembered who you were,
the flowers in your hair,
your eyes were soft and kind.
I just wanted to find you.
To hear your sweet voice.
To see that crooked smile.
I just wanted your love
to flow again,
to tumble over me,
to cascade down the mountain
like the little stream
we’d sit by
those many years ago.


Art Gallery, Volume 3 Issue 3