January 2, 2017 by Alfonso Acosta
114 – Gaps
How weird how a single word can have such painful implications when written under a smiling photograph pasted on a subway wall.
What lies behind those random faces? A desperate escape from an abusive relationship? A careless crossing of some busy street? An unfortunate meeting of wrong place and time?
What did the missing leave behind? Guilt and untimely regrets? Relief? So many stories never to be told.
And those who stay, how do they cope? Does time slowly weave scars over their loss or must they learn to walk around the gaps left in their lives?
Missing, such a simple word… but so lethality loaded with the poison of uncertainty.