We pass

By my father, Zeev Kachel
We pass by each other without speaking, dumblyWe look at each other—blindlyLoneliness crying out of our eyesBut we keep on, silently.Each one of us carrying a load Each one suffering, utterly slowedEach one going on, down this road
See there, a couple just passed in embrace.We used to walk this way, do you still remember?You looked forward to my coming.In the midst of spring blossom, here's the sorrow of fall.And the recognition that it's all over.Today, between us came a wall.Now, never to return, life has allBut passed. That is fall.No one to shake a hand, no one to give a nod.You and me, through this isolation we plod.It's fall: all flawed.

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