Mamamooshka , When I’m Missing You by the Bard of Bat Yam, Poet Laureate of Zion

When I’m missing you,
I walk to the river’s edge.
Frozen or free-flowing,
it soothes me;
sends me back to our small adventures.
Stargazing. Fireflies.
All-day swimming.
Long goodbyes.
No matter how cold it is outside,
our summers warm me,
and we’re together again.