The café on my corner
Has shut its doors
For the last time.
I am aware
That fact alone
Shouldn’t mean much
Or anything
Shouldn’t affect me
At all.
Yet today
When I walked past it
I was a little..
Not sad
Not disappointed
Not even
Annoyed
But I did feel
Something
A little something
I don’t know what
I don’t really
Care to
Find out
Either.
But if I was pressed
I would guess
That whatever I felt
Was caused by
Some larger sense
Of loss
Of decay
The notion that
No matter how hard
You work
They can shut the doors
They will shut the doors
On you
Whenever they please.
No regard for
Your intentions
Your successes
Your plight.
Once a café
Now an empty room.
And that
I always
Liked that place
Doesn’t really matter
One bit.
Someone else
Will have to
Serve the coffee
And someone else
Will.