a new embroidery series? maybe.

Your face was embroidered into my dreams,
and after trying so hard to cut the strings
and pull you out of my mind...
there are holes left in the material of my mind.

At night, when the light shines through,
I see your image in a constellation
and the light glitters through the holes which used to be your
eyes
and your smile.

what does it mean to love and lose?
a brain full of stars
a mind full of holes.



**Winnie.