Kiku Sushi –
Where friends run;
Stomachs, souls, and cellphones charged,
All for the price of one.
The window happened to go both ways;
The world and restaurant on the tiredest of days,
Of weeks, months, years –
(Let’s be honest), of decades.
The memories that we made
Might’ve been tinted, clouded, greyed;
Sincerely, I hope the afternoon sunlight shed
Didn’t make your night grow darker or more decayed.
Sleep tight, my friend, then I shall.