Lone bird

From a photo of an aquarelle drawing I made in 1995 for my then bf, who had serious mental issues. He died last year and his mom put this drawing in his coffin. It made me feel weird. Because it was also a representation of myself. We were together alone. But I’m glad I got a photo if it before it went in the ground. I still mourn him. No one ever knew me like he did. And I vice versa.

I hope you like it.