The air so thick.
The energy so tangible.
A separation so desperate to be breached.
An urge begging to be redeemed.
Yet -
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".
you love the last line
ReplyDeleteok, so bagrub your mom for loving it.
ReplyDeleteActually I like a lot of it. :)
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