Every time I go to Japan House 2 or Joy of Tokyo

I order the same damn thing
hibachi chicken with shrimp sauce
sometimes ginger
and a large dr. pepper
not because I don't feel like tasting anything else
however
Japanese food and I have this connection
Memories of when I first tasted you on my tongue
the scent of you watching me
First meeting your parents
the first place we ate
and thinking no one will ever take my place
Japanese food takes me back to the year of 2012 and 2013
broken history
broken dreams
scattered on the floor is where my dignity laid
as your mother defamed my name
putting me to shame
and you sat there in solitary confinement
the looks we shared were unbearable
here I thought that I was your one and only
like rice
like chicken
like steak
like sauces
like love
like hate
like infatuation
like various vegetables mixed into a bowl
I was your choice of collided emotions
a rain of feelings
a song
a word
a sentence
a heartbeat
hell or even a heart attack
Every time you called my name
craved the attention for someone to steer you more
I was there
Japanese food take me back
to the year of Frankie Valli and the four seasons
king harvest
ELO
to the first bite you fed me
to the first kiss you laid upon my neck
when your hand was to mine
Hibachi Chicken please take me back to him.