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A YEAR

A year
A second in time
Passes without a sound
He was my life, my son
He is gone
Vanished in time and space
The air is still
No movement
The quiet
Is deafening

In the distance 
A path
Untraveled
Unfamiliar
Guided by instinct
I walk 
Searching for you
Take my hand