Her memories

Pushing a little bike,

With a basket on the front, 

She carries her memories.

 

“I got this bike from my childhood friend”, she says, 

Without looking at me. 

 

“He didn’t want to give it to me for a ride, 

But I asked his mom, 

And she told him to lend it to me.” 

 

In the cart, she carries a basketball, 

“I like to have you in my team”

I think this is the first time she admitted 

About an activity she wants to do with me. 

“Because you’re the only guy who actually passes the ball

To a girl, 

I appreciate that”

 

I think this is the first time I see her with straight hair. 

 

Everything is changing, 

And the patterns don’t serve anymore,

I can’t wrap my head around it.

 

How come that I came to Japan, 

I traveled through half of the world, 

Running away, 

Yet it still feels like I’m chasing her back.  

The back that always was turned towards me. 

 

In the city of leaves, 

I cover myself with leaves. 

Everything I remember is gone…/*54745756836*/