17 Tamuz (a year after Gush Katif)

The walls come down. A cloud of dust... I cannot cry. But, then, I must.
No need to lie - I know the score. I know who stands behind this door.
I do know why - I've followed trends. I've seen you try your means and ends.
And as you crush my only hope, I'll get the brush and walk the rope.
And as I walk above so high, I know, My Love, you did not tie
the other
side...

[the entry was accidentally deleted, so now restoring it]