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In the quiet hum of silent days,
Where echoes of the past replay,
I drift through memories, faint and dim,
Of a man whose light no longer stays.

He adopted me when I was eight,
A beacon bright in my darkest state,
With stories rich and wisdom deep,
A promise made, our bond innate.

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His voice, a melody of care,
His laughter, warmth beyond compare,
Yet now, those sounds are whispers faint,
Lost in time, beyond repair.

At sixteen, death claimed in the night,
Shadows concealed me in silent fight,
I held it in, my heart restrained,
No one knew the depth of pain.

The world moved on, and I stood still,
A void within, a hollow chill,
Marked by loss and unseen scars,
Navigating life through unseen bars.

No words to voice, no ear to hear,
The silent scream, the hidden tear,
In this quiet, I dissolve,
A phantom in the atmosphere.

And as I turn to sand and dust,
Float away in winds of trust,
Know that love, though time may mar,
Lives on within, a guiding star.

Yet in the silence, there's a spark,
A curious light within the dark,
A whisper of the man I knew,
A trace of love that still embarks.

Though time may steal his visage clear,
His spirit lingers, ever near,
In every breath, in every sigh,
His legacy, my silent cheer.