Time.
Time to finally come home.
Time to spend with his son.
Time to say goodbye.
The problem with time,
l've learned,
whether it's those first two weeks
l got to spend with you
or those final two months
l got to spend with him,
eventually time always runs out.
l have no idea where you are
out there in the world, John.
But l understand that l lost the right
to know these things long ago.
No matter how many years go by,
l know one thing
to be as true as it ever was.
l'll see you soon, then.
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