Curly hair and an impish grin,

Merry green eyes and a confident chin,

When he winked at me I got butterflies,

He wasn’t afraid to look into my eyes,

He told me he’d buy me an ice cream cone,

And then he said he’d walk me home,

Will you meet me here tomorrow? He asked.

I told him I would and I thought this might last.

The next day I came to the very same spot,

Hoping he’d be in the place that he ought,

But I waited and waited for nearly an hour,

My beautiful dreams had begun to turn sour,

I started to look for him everywhere

Then slowly realized he wouldn’t be there,

My anger built up til I thought I would burst,

He must have found some other girl first.

A woman walked by with a tear on her cheek,

I asked if I could help, but she couldn’t speak,

Finally she looked at me and wearily spoke,

“My son is has been killed and I haven’t much hope,”

Her son was the boy with the curly hair,

The green eyes and wink that was too much to bear,

He’d been hit by a car on his way home that night,

And there was nothing to do, no way to fight,

Since that day I’ve been thinking how tragic is life,

Where a soul can so quickly leave this place of strife,

I never really knew him, at least not for long,

But I feel that a part of me is suddenly gone.

His mother and I remain friends to the end

The last twenty years we have started to mend.

I’ve gained a sweet love, but I’ll never forget,

How that dear boy’s eyes looked on the day we first met.