FOR PABLO

Tousled, sunlit chestnut curls,

An easy, genuine smile,

Laughing eyes infused with kindness,

And an endearing splash of mischief.

I hovered on the outskirts of his crowd,

Yet I felt,

Even then,

Back in my quietest, shyest days,

That Pablo’s heart shone,

And that he was an expert in friendship.

I don’t need to close my eyes to see him

Practicing delighted wheelies on his moped

By the school gate.

Go in peace, beautiful boy.

Rest, lovely man, knowing that you are missed.

Love,

Francesca