A Ti

To you
remembering the gray afternoon,
to you
that I met playing,
to you
that even though I never understood you,
today you are far from me
crying.

To you
crying out my desperation,
to you
who managed to know who I am,
maybe
in my life another gray afternoon
will give me back what I lost
yesterday.

To you
hoping to finally
return
and start what I didn't finish,
maybe
today you want to mock me
as I come crying to ask
forgiveness.