THEY LEFT BUT LEFT BEHIND THE TRACES OF MEMORIES
...They left on that pitch-black night, troubled by rain.
He headed left and took his first steps, she to the right; they parted with the first step.
They left, but they did not say “goodbye” out loud to one another.
They had no need for a divorce judge, or for tedious mediators.
They were not married.
They simply lived in love. They had no property to divide.
Nor treasures, nor shining jewelry.
They had only one wealth:
The memories of their years in love, that was all they had...
Memories could not be divided, there was no one to weigh them, only the two of them knew how heavily they weighed on their shoulders, a weight they certainly could not bear, and so they walked slowly, slowly, as if lost, limping, limping...
No one knew the real reasons....
Once, when people saw them embracing like that in the rain or the storm, they envied them. But the next day, no one would mourn for them.
Oblivion had already begun for them.
They never found the real reason; they searched for the why of this separation, but they never received an answer...
They both left in opposite directions, he to the left and she to the right, but without saying “goodbye” to one another...
He whispered to himself as he took his steps, growing further and further apart from her:
“Please come back!!”
And she, too, after every step that increased the distance between them, whispered: “Please come back, call me so I can run to you!!”
Both kept their ears pricked, in case that long-awaited, thrilling cry or sound came from behind: “Please come back!!”
But only the silence spoke, a silence that laughed....
A sorrowful, wordless silence...
And so they vanished into the horizon, she somewhere to the right and he somewhere in the opposite direction.
With every step they took, the distance grew; both he and she waited for the cry that would pierce the darkness.
They left, he to the left, she took the direction to the right. They parted.
....They left behind the traces of the memories of “hope”....
Note: Any resemblance to other events or descriptions is purely coincidental.
