I was falling for the way that you touched my hands, the way we stayed up late talking together feeling pink butterflies beating faster inside of my heart.

I was falling for the way you talked to me, the way in which we could share stories about black streets, about gold lion knowing their would always be gold light inside the darkness.

We were searching for one another, as time went on your stomach turned into dust, as you started to slowly fall a part piece by piece, falling apart inside of my arms, knowing that this was not going to work out.

Knowing this was not going to be the time we fell with pink love, pink kisses finding blue stars inside of my heart knowing that as he fell a part I was falling a part too.

I was falling a part as my hands started to shake gold tears came down my face believing this was the end that there was no turning back, no turning back to find his gold light, I had to find my gold light believing that each step I take I am making it closer to Israel.

Each step I take I am making it closer to hearing hebrew words spoken in my ear to touching gold stones to dancing my red beating heart knowing one day I will make it back and live in the Holy Land.