Aoi Shiori

Inbetween of all these old pages
I've been writing down all of our memories There's just one page that I've left empty
How the story goes I've forgotten

Looking at the bookmark that we placed there
Suddenly we were riding a bike we found in the streets
Rushing to where we buried
Our memories of a simpler time
The path seems so different but we can see the ocean here
The sky, so high, so fearfully shining
My right hand holds cider there's an ache in my left
My left is reaching reaching for you

You used to come search for me way back when
You used to ask so much more of me then
I know that you're still here you still see me you're still with me
Yet why, do I pray to see the old you again
There's something wrong with me


_______ The Flower We Saw That Day