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.

Heartbreak, Pain, People, Regret, Truth


You are my once.
The one time I
had someone
who understood
inside me.
When I said
that sent others
running, hiding
behind their fears
their need
to control
to change me
into something
they could stand
could understand
you said
you loved it,
loved that part
of me.
I love that
you’re a mystic.
I love that
you read.
I love that
you write poetry.
I love that
you’re a good mother.
I love that
you’re smart.
I love that
you speak truth
to power.
I love that
band you love, too.
I love that
you’re that
sexy shape
and squeezable size.
I love
all your names.
I thought
all that love
meant loving me.
And nothing happens
more than once.