I wish I knew how long it's been since we saw each other. I'm sure it's several months, probably a year.
Passover has come and gone. I remember the times we shared Shabbat when there was no one else. There was only you and me.
And I felt warm. I felt good.
Sometimes I see people less altruistic come into your life. I see them push you around. I wish I had the secret to teach you to stand on your feet, say that you are quite all right and that only those who care about your well-being are welcome.