Where? Where have you gone
Daniel, my youngest son?
I keep expecting you
to be here in your chair.
Sitting in your favourite chair.
When you swam into the water
I felt you leave, through 1000 yawning miles.
My heart slowed,
never to pick up again.
Pieces of my life
are gone.
Washed away in the water that took my son.

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