our faces to the darkened
windows.
cupping our
hands to see in.
we try the locked
doors,
the chairs are on the tables.
the lights are off.
pictures are
off the walls,
the silverware
and dishes are gone.
there's no on around,
no waiters,
no cooks. no Maitre d.
it's over for Aldo's.
our home away from home.
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