When I was small,
you hid behind a door;
too gentle for my noise,
too patient for my storm.
But I followed anyway,
wide-eyed, loud-hearted,
believing that wherever you were
was where I wanted to be.
You were the girl I watched,
hoping to grow into;
the way you thought,
the way you smiled,
and how the smallest days
stayed with me,
quiet yet wild.
We grew with secrets,
karaoke at midnight,
and stories of spells and stars;
the kind of magic
we always felt part of.
And now you’re leaving,
chasing your next chapter.
And I’m here,
holding the moment
a little too tightly.
Be everything you already are.
And know that somewhere,
a little girl is still watching;
still learning how to be
a little more like you.
Category: La Poésie