Gli anni passano.                                                                                                                                                                     
E tu non cambi.                                                                                                                                                                       
Mai.

Il rosso dell’autunno scolorisce                                                                                                                                 
per lasciare posto ad aghi di pino ghiacciato.

E tu sei sempre sprezzante, arrogante.                                                                                                                    
Ma non abbandonato.
Non c’è scusa che tenga, solo tu.                                                                                                                                      

Tu che allontani.                                                                                                                                                  
Tu che ferisci.

Poi ci sono io,                                                                                                                                                                       
che non ti guardo cadere, no.                                                                                                                                                    
Io cado con te, ogni singola volta.                                                                                                                                 
Come quelle foglie scarlatte di carta stracciata.

Non c’è mai stato amore in quel tuo sguardo.                                                                                                                    
Non capisci,                                                                                                                                                                                 
non capisci perché.

Delusa, ferita, schiacciata.                                                                                                                                                            
Eppure le nostre ombre camminano l’una accanto all’altra.

Ora forse capisci,                                                                                                                                                                               
forse capisci.

Non ricevo sorrisi, non ricevo niente.                                                                                                                                       
Però non sei mai stato solo nel portarti il peso sulle spalle.

Ci sono anch’io.                                                                                                                                                               
Piccola, insignificante, indifesa.

Cado, striscio, urlo e piango.                                                                                                                                 
Ma poi mi rialzo.                                                                                                                                                                         
Per tutti e due.

Non vedrò mai il tuo viso.                                                                                                                                                      
Mi volti le spalle, sempre.                                                                                                                                                          
Io non lo farò con te.

Per questo gli anni passano.                                                                                                                                       
Ma tu non cambi.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                 
Nemmeno io.                                                                                                                                                                  

Mai.