מישהו רוצה מנוי לבית קברות? מישהו פעם צלצל לחברה קדישא וביקש
מנוי לבית קברות?
אני לא רציתי מנוי לבית קברות, אבל קיבלתי אחד... ושילמתי עליו
- לא בכסף אבל בכאב.
בכרטיסיית ניקובים של המנוי שלי מנוקב רק ניקוב אחד, אבל מנוקב
לי גם בלב ניקוב אחד,
ניקוב אחד, אחד ויחיד - לזכרך, בוטן שלי.



You're up there, I'm here. You're with your mother - I'm not
alone either.
I miss you and I can hear you and me having conversations in
my mind - You're telling me not to cry. It makes me cry even
more.
I can't smell you; I can't feel you and hold your hand. I
can't be that happy, like I was with you. It's just the wind
whistling in my ear; touching me, walking with me - making
every step I made.
It's a worm wind but not as worm as you, not as comforting
with its presence as you.
You're gone, who could imagine?
No way it could happen! How could it happen?
It's Boten. My Boten - laughing Boten...
But it's real. It's real like the clotted blood on Gal's
face, like the wet eyes of your loving friends.
Your birthday in my diary is wet from my tears - the colors
are bleeding and the little peanut at the top is almost
gone- almost like you - almost...
I will give everything to smell you again, to shout Boten!
Into the dark again and to run into your open arms. When we
were talking, you always made me feel like there's no other
place you would like to be in- and that there's no one you
would like to talk to accept me. Like I'm the only one here
with you. Forever with you and you're holding me that I
wouldn't fall apart.
Now it's my turn to hold you, but I failed, you fell apart
forever.
I'm sorry I failed, I'm sorry I let go but forever you would
be here with me, forever in my mind and if I will lose it- I
will miss it the most.
FROM ALL THE THINGS I'VE LOST, I MISS MY MIND THE MOST.