Somewhere near Ashkelon

We are not our souls

We live not as we were intended to be

Instead of being for each other

We each lived according to “me”

You kept on interrupting

the plans I had made in my life

the commitment to school

the language and rules

all changed when you made me your wife

You said I was done

when we became one

and we now would go on with your scheme

The vision you planned

of the house on the sand

and a restaurant, along with this dream

But the house on the sand

made of dreams did not stand

and it crumbled away with the sea

For had I been for you

and had you been for me

than together we would have been “we.”

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