I’ll always remember the times we went to The Ritz to drink Champagne.
The very best bubbles, in the swankiest of lounges, in our very best outfits.
Me donning a fedora hat and you with your favourite red pullover.
We laughed and laughed until the last drops were devoured
– that is to say, the last drops from our one and only glass.
For that was all we could afford, just the one glass!
I was a poor artist and you a student.
Our conversations revolved around our love lives and fierce ambitions.
I would be a famous artist, and you a great philosopher changing the hearts and minds of the world.
We’d be so rich and famous that one day, we would even order a whole bottle.
I miss speaking to you.
Most people saw you as a beautiful, intelligent, charming gent…. which of course you were.
But I was lucky to see your dark humour, your insanely sharp wit and your ability to see things as they really were.
Farewell my beloved Carlo, my beloved Puppy.
I shall raise a glass of Champagne for you at the Ritz… but only just the one, until we meet again.