I saw you there
In my dream, at the end of the road
You were dressed in black, like death.
I saw you there,
gone, forgotten, like the passage of time.
Withered flowers in your hand you carried.
I tried to call you
your eyes wanted to answer me,
But your feet got out of the way

Goodbye, old friend.
During Christmas 2018, the artist transforms the suicide of her former lover onto her canvas.