It's Passover, and so I decided to organize my mind a bit. I
took out all my memories from you and arranged them nicely,
in chronological order, like pictures in an album ---
The first time I saw you, you tried to persuade me to go to
the movies with you, even though I was sick.    
The long nights we spent on the phone, talking about
everything and nothing.
How you told me "I love you" on the first night, but it took
me a month until I believed myself that was really love and
could answer back.
Your call from abroad in the middle of the holiday- "I know
it's way expensive but I had to hear you, I miss you so",
and how I counted the minutes until I see you.
That Sylvester night, when we were drunk with joy.
All the nights we spent close together, at first we couldn't
sleep from the bliss of being together, and afterwards we
couldn't sleep apart.
Those funny love words you whispered to me.
The Tango we learned together, how I would fall dizzy and
laughing in your arms and wish the moment would last
forever.
And you, are you too creating yourself a small museum of our
love, or do you leave the memories from me to rust in some
corner of your mind, while the memories of your new love
pile high?