You came and left – leaving Zenith as it was. If I had not said a word, no one would ever know you had been. You had always been the neat freak, even on your very worst day (yes, I remember).
You must have been tired after fighting for so long. I had only one wish – that you’d fight on. But I guess you must be so very tired after all these years and the drugs have wrecked your body so much that they only left a skeleton of what you had once been.
As you had gone on your way, I know we’ll meet again some day, my graceful beautiful extinguished candle.
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