I love you— 
Now more than ever,
perhaps.
I can't touch the silky tassels
of your prayer shawl
or the texture of your bristled face.
I can't hear your solemn invocations
or your uncommon shouts of joy.
I can't see you raise your cloaked arms
in benediction
or watch you hold my mom.

But I can still feel your humanity
in all these memories
which keep me company
every
day.

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