i miss you,

and i want you to miss me back,

and i want you,

the you in the red shirt,

sitting in the middle of universe,

just eating the soup,

and looking up at me.

i want you who run the field,

like the lap is too big to be finished,

and the you,

who gasping the air,

while screaming my name,

the you who say nothing,

but understood well what's happening,

and nodding mischievously,

cause I understand the same thing too well,

i miss you,

and i want you to miss me back,

and i want you,

maybe not,

now you are the you wearing another coloured shirt,

the you who run too fast the lap isn't enough,

you will never again scream my name,

nor we understand the same thing.