Under the drops
I guess I'll always miss you.
I guess I'll never know the names of our children, and our dogs.
Never will I cook for you and wash the dishes,
Make the bed and sleep in with you.
I'll never be upset that you forgot to take the trash out or that I missed telling you to buy bread.
I'll never be mad at you...
I'll never get to kiss you in the morning,
I'll never play with my fingers in your hair.
We'll never make love and consume our souls into the night,
in bed or on the sand.
We'll never have the trips I daydreamed about when I was young,
You never propose to me and you never tell me how beautiful I am.
You never grab my face in your hands and tell me I'm the one!
I guess I'll never have this... with you!
Dor Amar 2017