Learning To Mourn

Every year I tried to mourn,
For that so special to us Jews,
But missing that which I've never had,
Is something I just couldn't do,
I tried to imagine how it must have been,
But my heart didn't weep.

This year I sit by the wall,
And I'm weeping from the heart,
I'm crying for something I care about,
Something I had and am missing,
Though I've still never know the Temple,
I see how much missing something hurts.