Walks in the night in Suginami

Cigarette in hand after the rain

Streets empty.

Vending machines galore.

I looked at you and I was happy

You had a presence that was neat

We smoked quietly in peace

And life never felt more at ease

In Suginami

Tropic summer nights batting away mosquitoes.

Silent bike rides weaving through your streets.

Dim lanterns in the shadows.

Red wine clanking in our bags.

I loved you.

Nights In Suginami.