The way he used to carry himself from here to there,
Say, "You know?" and "This is it!" and "Trust me, Yifat, I will be there!"
And you were, and you are,
You with me in the car,
You with me around the table,
In the snow and in the Fall.
Because you "wanted it all, or nothing at all."
The changemaker, the icebreaker, the clown in the green suit,
the Israeli boy that everybody thinks is so cute.

Mr. "Let Me Tell You A Story,"
Mr. "Let Me Give You A Hug,"
Mr. Ilan Mirkov, my partner, my love.
I miss you, my brother, I want you here with us,
I want to tell you how much I am proud of you,
and honored to have these five months.

And I want to hold your hand and promise you that it will be alright,
I'm sitting here instead and you, so far away tonight.
I feel I lost my spirit torch;
I feel I lost my humor.
Oh, how much I wish to hear
that it is all a wicked rumor.

- Yifat Meiri
Tuesday, 22 January, 2002