The first time I fell in love was on a basketball court
Adrenalin was pumping
The sound of sneakers squeaking across the floor echoed in our ears
I rebounded the ball and passed to the point guard
We quickly adjusted our offense
I was in the pocket
Bounce pass to me
Quick lay-up
It’s in

But it wasn’t long before I fell in love again

The second time I fell in love was with painting
I painted anything and everything
My room, bathroom, lamps, clothing
And sometimes even canvas
The satisfaction of prying open a new can of paint
Watching the wet paint gather then drip off the lid and slide into the can
Or looking at your dried palette after completing a painting
The feeling is indescribably in words
But I still played basketball

The third time I fell in love, I neglected my old hobbies
This time it was with a boy
Pale face, auburn hair and green eyes
He had a kind smile and assured me the world could be ours
And it was
For two years

And even though the last time I played ball was
A drunken night outside a brewery in Tel Aviv
And even though the last time I painted I used
A sponge and toothbrush
And even though the last time I saw that smile
It was no longer mine to behold
I still love all these things
But now, I see them in a different way