In anatomy, a fissure (Latin fissura, plural fissurae) is a groove, natural division, deep furrow, elongated cleft, or tear in various parts of the body. (Wikipedia)
In time, a fissure may have started seven months ago or two, or the moment I first dreamt of a bridge impossible to cross and the sea of white dogs. The fissures of time have an awful tendency to become wider and wider, deeper and deeper but never longer. The time goes and stays still.
The moment the time you don't see somebody becomes longer than the time you spent together is a when a fissure becomes an abyss. The time when you lived more without somebody than with him is the real death of that person.
Let it be another seven years, then.
Picture by Jan Ros.
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