El Ahorcado

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, I transformed the suicide of a former lover onto my canvas.