Kevin

You pushed too far, Murderer!

You spat at love and love spat back at you

And yet your baleful eyes betrayed the warmth 

That wit

Endeavoured to devour.

That death should come at this unwanted hour.

'To die for' was all I heard you say

As this, or that, kind thought had passed your way.

And now. You're dead.  Cut. 

From love's repost?

A simple joke?

A complex life is lost.

You laughed 

And loved

And lived

In many ways

You gave 

And shared 

With joy 

Your too few days.

'Gone but not forgotten' seems too trite

'To die for' was ‘To Die For'

Late last night.

Your spirit soars. Of that I have no doubt

Your ever-present presence is without.

Go in Peace. 

Rest.

The body's cold.

Take my thoughts. 

And love

And thanks

The boy's now old.