Oh, how my heart still bleeds in hidden woe,
For youth once vibrant, stilled in sorrow’s night.
Thy vibrant smile, now distant afterglow,
Does haunt thy dreams and dim thy guiding light.
What torments clouded that young earnest brow?
What words, unsaid, might yet his course have swerved?
Would kind outreach have mended, couldst thou know?
Or was his tragic path already curved?
Now in my heart, thy memory I keep,
A haunting tune that lulls us in our tears.
For though thy body lies in endless sleep,
Thy essence will reside through passing years.
In silent tears, I mourn what’s lost and gone,
Yet keep thy light in memory, e’er on.
Hayden Coombs 