I never paid attention when I went to Jewish school, and I never once sat through services
And yet I know the sound, like a heartbeat in grey
Yeetgahdahl v’yeetkahdahsh Sh’mayh rahbah
Exalted and hallowed be His great Name
The morner says in a complete, perfect monotone
Kaddish, the prayer said for the year following the death of a loved one
And I, haunted, reply on cue, not out of respect but instinct
Amen
I wish I could go through a breakup.
I want to write sad poems
And listen to sad music
And cry in the dark
And scream into my pillow
Holy shit, we did it
89 days of 15-hour nights that we survived
The many miles in many layers trudged through many inches of snow are behind us
Do you remember those September evenings we spent together in the playground?
The shiny rock we put in our pockets and the ugly little rocks that got lodged in our heels.
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