Analysis of Little one…

Little one…
I enquired babe healthy-looking,
 Do those tiny powder bright spots
 in the sun, do they alarm you?
 Do your lungs guzzle them up and about?
 And in your thoughts make inhalation come to an end?
Obstructs your existence while waiting for nightfall;
 acknowledge your surreptitious distress of it.
 Microscopic, imperceptible fragments that are airborne,
 we were pintsized behemoths, laidback,
 until our frames disjointed.
Lastly had that scope of my personal, which ripped away from each other, unraveled us.
 Nevertheless we had the identical uncertainties,
 however why not the similar affections?
We loathed foul facades, couldn't suck in air,
 for distress their viciousness could cross our threshold.
 Desirable by heart impartiality on starboard and port,
 you more than tactless than me.
You yearned for strength as well,
 nonetheless what types of melody makes you vacate,
 Vacate your existence, you're inter being, your awareness.
 What are you expecting, smallest one?