Here is a tribute to the Spitfire 
Whose light was extinguished too soon,
You led the battle cry when I couldn’t speak
Lit up my life in my darkest hours,
Your truth burned down lies 
That my paper soul built sky high,

You were my rock when I needed an anchor,
When I was weightless floating through the Universe after being jettisoned into the Atmosphere like space trash

When no one cared, you did, 
When no one listened, you did,
When no one understood, you did,

Now, I look for the smoke signals that your Words waft in the air 
After you rained down truth that 
Both burns and ignites the soul,
But the smoky haze has cleared, 
Days turn into nights turn into days, 
And still no word, 
There will be no more words from you,

No more truth bombs, no more jokes, 
No more late night meme wars 
As we text back and forth, 
It all just stopped suddenly, 
Your heart stopped, 
And my heart broke!

Here is to the spitfire 
That I still carry a torch for, 
Wishing they would still 
Come back home to me, 
I will keep your light with me always, 
And I will pay your kindness forward 
By spitting my own fire

      
     ~ By Hyacinth Hale