Just Be This Little

There I found you

chasing after a friend,

unraveling things of old,

among the so called,

lost and forgotten.

I ain't going anywhere,

only there where you are

never the same without you

just like something lost,

only in you I'm found.

Some things never change,

even after a test of time,

a thorough baptism by fire,

over the years you still stand

unchanged, just a lot better

when with you, I love me better.

You know me better,

a lot better than I or any other

there is a thing about you,

so pure as crystal,

like a mirror, only through you,

have I seen that true me.

Yet though not of the same feathers,

we flock together

a lot has changed, in and around

time has flown,

yet you remain that very same

may you never grow up

just be this little.

november (the black poet)

*tales of grandpa*

November Wordsworth