Rain.

You drive off, into the rain,
Knowing,
The rearview will be,
The last time you see me.
This is the only time, again,
We say goodbye.
The goodbye,
That is forever again,
Because you break us,
Somewhere inside.
I know you are sad.

Same,
Inside my heart,
Too.

The part,
Dividing me,
Between him,
And you.
I know now,
That when goodbye,
Is said,
To hold a breath,
Between,
That last word,
Goodbye,
And just after,
“Love you,” you said.
With the sharpest blade,
Marking,
Permanently inking,
Me.

Please turn around.
See me, Neshama sheli.

And no pretend,
“Goodbye" is heard,
In the saddest way.
No more mint tea,
On the mountain top,
Overlooking,
An autumn day,
Spanning across,
Desert and sea,
By the orange African daisies.
For a talk,
And to see your happiness,
Sparkle in sunlight.
Where your bronze,
Glows the most,
My Prince.
And,
The only words,
You ever need,
“I trust you, ma,
My Queen.”
And in a desert lyric,
“How can I,
Make you smile,
A world away,
And no rain.”

Between Jerusalem and Mexico, a taboo love.