I got to watch you dance with a fiery passion almost as rich and beautiful as your hair.
I got to look into your bright blue eyes, cold as the breeze that blows against our necks.
Our noses kissed, then our mouths and all was clear, all was well.
Silly Boy, you watched me falter in every other combination, smiling like a fool.
I leave without you, but there will be other times, other occasions to see my beautiful boy.