Biscuits & Gravy

poem

Photo by CHUTTERSNAP on Unsplash

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Yesterday, on the front door
of my favorite restaurant,
a sign handwritten
by the owners said

they'd been forced,
by unforeseen circumstances,
to permanently close.
A moment later, another

customer appeared.
"They went out of
business," I said to him.
And he said, "Damn,

I liked their biscuits
& gravy." We both walked
away. In all of our lives,
there are so many

places and people who go
away. We're constantly 
mourning one death
or another. Near the end

of our time on this earth,
we'll add up the score
and no matter the tally,
we'll probably want more.