My mind says it has been a day,
the calendar says a year.
An emptiness consumes me,
and I'm reminded you're not here.
Where did you go- all that time ago?
That day you slipped away,
from all the hands that held to you,
but couldn't make you stay.
Do you see us move in circles,
around the space you left behind?
Tears become so commonplace,
and hope- too hard to find-
But we're still trying,
Sara, come back home.
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