For Lorenzo

Lorenzo, you move like a climber
steady hands on rough stone,
finding your way up even when the path isn’t clear.
You don’t flinch from the heights or the hard edges
you meet them head-on, knowing every step matters,
every grip earned through grit and heart.

Your dark eyes are mountain-deep,
seeing not just what’s in front of you,
but what people carry inside; their truths, their stories
and you meet them right where they are,
no judgment, only steady presence.

There’s something solid about you,
like the spine of a peak that’s stood through storms.
You don’t shake when the world rumbles
you stand firm, and others find their balance through you.

And those hugs
they’re not just gestures.
They’re places people land when they need ground,
like setting foot on a summit after a long climb,
where the air feels lighter,
and the view reminds them how far they’ve come.

You love like the mountains love
without needing to say a word,
just by being there, by holding space.
And that kind of love stays
etched in the hearts of those lucky enough
to know you, to climb alongside you.

Lorenzo, you’re the rock people hold onto
when the world tilts.
You show them that no matter how steep the ascent,
it’s possible to keep going
step after step, hand after hand
because bravery isn’t loud;
it’s steady.

Keep climbing, Lorenzo.
The summit isn’t the goal
it’s every moment you’ve lived along the way.
And who you are; brave, honest, steadfast
is already the peak.