Heartbreak, Judaism, Love, Pain, Regret


Snow, pure white
lacing the ancient stones
when you
were standing here,
on this wall.
But now, lights dance,
a festival,
music and crimson and turquoise
pulsating in dramatic
rhythmic time.
You would think
it would drown out
everything else, but
all I see, while the crowd
around me wonders
at the marvels
spread out below, is
the white dots of light,
snow falling once again.


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