Parting

At the end of Lăpușneanu street, she tells him, with eyes full of tears she still won’t let fall:

- Everything you say you did for me was, in fact, for us.

The pain in her voice is masked neither by the cropped haircut nor the army boots.

She looks at him with a damp green, like seaweed washed ashore in the morning on a beach still cold.

He says nothing, and Leah knows that partings do not always happen through the clearest words. Or through words at all.

The girl with green, damp eyes remains a photograph at the end of Lăpușneanu.

A stranger to her, the one who takes this photograph.

A stranger, soon to become, to the stranger beside her