missing you

i got a shawerma today.  mr. shawerma gave me his customary greeting.  "we never see you anymore." he says laying on the middle eastern guilt.  i feel like i'm always letting my shawerma buddies down.  "i'm trying to cook more at home." i say.  "home is best", nods mr. shawerma.  he told me his life was work and sleep, work and sleep.  "that's restaurant business" he said.  he remembered everything right.  i got fries too.  "next time don't forget us" he called after me as i went out the door.