A light kept against the silence
The flight has vanished from sight, but waiting has acquired a form. Beside the lamp, she listens to the radio, searches the reports and returns to every silence as though it might still contain his voice.
The lamp becomes more than light in a room. Keeping it alive is the one act that distance and war have not taken from her—a refusal to let absence become an answer.
No word comes, but hope remains.
How long can hope endure without an answer?