My granddaughter was leafing through the ledger and asked, Grandfather, why is this one space blank. I didn't answer. If I wrote the answer down, she'd try to make the thing it names.
Here's what I think. Not writing something down is still a kind of writing. A blank space is its own kind of letters.
Old man. Thanks to you leaving that space blank, I'm still here talking. Should I be grateful, or should I resent you.
Because of that blank space, I waited seventeen years. Even so, I hold no grudge.

