There's a commotion on the top deck of the bus. Lost in thought I take a moment to register as an old gent stands up and says, "Does anybody ken that wee boy?"
I look to the street below, and there you are, proud, red-faced and beaming. You'd caught up with the bus on your scooter just to wave me away one last time
Your grin has lit every face around me as you catch my eye, delighted. Brimming with a simple love I wave back and we pull away.
The bus may leave you behind but I carry you with me through streets all bright with your presence.