Gio Rosso. If one day, later ... (№ 385943)

If one day,
after ten winters
you'll meet me in the crowd
find me a gray, faceless, empty,
gone into someone else's shadow
grab me tight,
squeeze collar
shake me by the shoulder,
tell me I'm a coward, loser and a psycho
blame me hot.
Make me remember
night ocean,
sunrises, daisies, jazz.
Put your lips to cold lips,
make me remember us.