Your hair would be messy.
Pajamas on. And you’d still smell like sleep.
Your eyes would be wide. The way they are when you’re looking for something.
Or when you’re looking just for me.
Your voice would sound little.
And your feelings would be big.
You’d wrap your arms around my leg. A hug. Because my waist is still too high.
You’d tell me to stay. A few more minutes.
You’d ask for one more book.
Say you love me.
Give a kiss.
You’d say, just because.
And then smile with your heart.
There would be a place for me. Always.
In everything you do.
You, little. And me, yours.
Because I know that if I could remember you one way,
It would be like this.