To see the world through your eyes.
You are:
Young.
Black.
Naive.
Hopeful.
In you, there’s a part of me. The me I’ve lost but want back.
As years pass, I see how the world broke you also.
Although I’m old now, your existence made me open to the beauty in naivety
And hopeful for the days to come.
I hope you regain these sentiments too.
Until then, I’ll hold on for us both.