You cry to me
Beg for acceptance.
Pray that I might forget
A sin that for you is unforgivable.

Yes, I say, of course.

But we both have the knowledge of neglect.
Like a persistent child it nags at the hidden wound.

Where were you when I was that child? That needing child?

Again you cry, tears of the past that cannot change, for a future uncertain.
‘Remember me’ you said, leaving.

I waited, oh god how I waited. I remembered, you?

Christoffer Rousseau

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-cry-to-me/