The pain of the loss never lets up,

It only penetrates further and further into my mind;

That overwhelming desire to hear your shy laugh

Grips me every day and every hour.

To sit on the motorbikes and to smoke a cigarette together,

A dream that will always remain alive.

To have a love like yours again -

There’s no chance - you are one of a kind.

Missing you, missing you

Always and forever.

Nadav