Before you went, you sipped smooth dark honey,
pleasure we nearly forget. With all of eternity
looming dead ahead, you started expiring
when you were still youthful. Adventurous, lively,
you capsized your kayak in rapid currents,
regarding how damage accelerates torment
when boring insects meet drought-stricken trees.
Ever shredding pristine sheets of reason,
bold protagonist escaped from our book bag.
We collect your ripped linen, torn trim of old rags.
Unwittingly slurring your implicit silence,
we go on missing that elusive confidence.
As you handled raw lightning, not bending to be careful,
we saw you straight and upstanding, buoyantly joyful.