The air so thick.
The energy so tangible.
A separation so desperate to be breached.
An urge begging to be redeemed.
G-d so palpable.
His air so holy.
A bond that can not be broken.
A craving that can not be fulfilled.
The pain. Temporary comfort.
The gain. Ultimate relief.
"Okay G-d, You win."
"No My child, tis you who won".