Outside is a reflection,

uninviting and cold.

Left here with no protection,

how quickly I grew old.

Inside hands beat against the walls,

but all that's seen are tears.

My heart is screaming a call

a plea to my love dear.

Y'did nefesh, oh, please come home!

Bring back our sanity!

Apart we live in the gloam,

with no humanity.

Can not call this "for the best"

if it causes such pain.

When G-d has shown you are blessed

to argue is inane.

Let me help them understand,

don't spit on the fates.

We can have all we planned

when they see we're soulmates.

For my Moshe, ani ohev otacha kol hazman.