To My Little Self

When I fall asleep,

I meet you again

And it’s like you never left.

We cry, we laugh, we climb to the top of the sky

«Is mom okay?» You ask, with your shiny little eyes

«Yes she is,» I reply, holding you tight

And as we watch the sunrise, you’re as light as the clouds

And the wind might blow you away

«Everything will be okay,»

I never trusted me more.

«I’m happy you’re here.»

I never loved me more.