I see you.
Across the room, I see you.
I see you refuse my gaze.

 

I see.
Your eyes dart, my direction.
Pity floods your face.

 

I see you.
You pass me by, Yizkor.
You dismiss my obligation.

 

I see.
A candle lit. A soul flickers.
My memories, a haze.

 

I see you.
Head bowed; walk stooped.
Leaving me in your wake.

 

I see.
A seat. Void. Cold.
Please – sit with me.
Don’t leave. Sit. Stay.

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Rebecca Solomons
Rebecca Solomons is a Program Manager and Digital Strategist at Shalom, a NFP centered around Jewish culture in Sydney. In another life, she was a fashion designer. She is a creative soul and dabbles in poetry to counsel her heart. She lives in Sydney with her husband Daniel and daughter Selah.

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