on the job, he brought
to work a sandwich
and the soup
that his wife
made for him
the night before.
she kissed him at the door
and waved
as he went off, traveling
down route 50
from Front Royal.
and then one
day,
he forgot it.
forgot the bag
with his name on it.
he left the thermos at home
on the counter.
he looked pained
and distressed,
but we found
a deli nearby
to get him his tomato
soup,
and egg salad sandwich.
he never
forgot his lunch again,
for it just wasn't the same.
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