I was ready. SO ready for spring. I saw some buds coming out and hoped for the best. Hoped that this long winter was over.
My hopes in vain, I am looking outside dreading the picture I see. Is it because I am such a warm weather person, or am I just missing you as always when things don’t go my way – which is pretty much every other day?
All I can do is listen to this again and again:
Where is this road you took so long ago?
Why is it hidden from me? Give me a pass to get there!
Everything I touch screams of you!
Dreams, songs, a sudden glance, a hidden voice, a subtle note
Cruel is today as the day so long ago.
Tears non-stop, pain non-stop.
Where is the end of this journey, G-d?
Snowing again in this city where I live without you
R’member when we thought – it’s at Odessa’s latitude, it is never cold
Scratch that all now – a lifetime after you
It is always cold in this city for me, for eternity
Another Holiday is near
The time of our Freedom
How can I free myself of pain over loosing you?
Of submission to fate? Of indifference?
Rooting for my nation, but where are you in its midst?