Song

I watch the candles and sing again the tunes you taught me.

I still see you kindle lights, standing next to me in a white shirt,

I still feel my head on your chest in a movie theater on 13th Street,

feel yours on my shoulder, on a bench in Brighton Beach,

snow falling outside, salt in your hair.

I still sing the tunes that almost went away with you.

I won’t let the lights go out, I promised. 

I didn’t know it was a promise I gave myself.

Oseh shalom bimromav, hu ya'aseh shalom aleinu v'al kol Yisrael, v'al kol yoshvei teivel. 

V'imru amen. 

May the Source of peace, who creates peace in high places make peace for us, for our community and for all who dwell on earth. 

And let us say amen.