It took a few years
for the moments to lean
into my heart, into my skull
now I notice and see;

I saw the behind 
of a round little head
Sparsity through hairs
flaked skin peeling on red.
How was it just then, 
the feeling pricked my heart
how I wish we could’ve met,
our own brand new start.
To hold a hand so small 
and call you mine forever
I don’t see the possibility in
retracting your feather.
The bulling absence that’s been left 
will ponder throughout all your ears 
Yet your mind will grow beyond 
that standing breath of fears.

Together, still connected
no matter where or when
I think I stand ready
to be your best friend.