They say words can blow a thunderstorm into oblivion;
But sadly one thing I've learnt, it can't be done twice.
You are a bright soul, both as the sender and recipient;
And I'm saddened that your light has been dimmed.

In the time I have come to learn about you, tragedy
became your bread and butter but you stood strong;
Yet you drew last breath as societal war's casualty;
And I had hoped I'd help you find your inner light.

You taught me, that the inner me and the enemy
Are synonymous with one another, and though
people brandished darkness and negative energy
You taught me, to stay strong and shine brighter.

I just wish I could have been there to cut the ties
That bonded your soul to your late grandmother's,
I just wish I could have been there to cut the ties
That bonded your last breath with your last light.

I do not flick a light switch on this day to guide you;
For today, I will light a candle to memorialise;
The day that you have finally left the flames of blue,
And found your peace.

I hope that wherever you are, you are watching the stars;
And I hope that this dedication reaches you at the gates
Of heaven.

- Your friend.