Burger Machine

by monsterofthesea

You start missing people at the oddest times of the day, even those who don’t deserve to be missed. I remember one early morning, sitting at the counter of a Burger Machine. We were waiting for our orders. My head was on your shoulder and you were holding my hand. You were telling me a story about your gangster father and his hitmen. If there was anything to love about you, it was your voice. I always pass by that Burger Machine on the way home. Some nights, I slow down and in the bright light, I look for you and you are not there.

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