Chocolate Gravy

The ride is as long and boring as could be. So I sit and watch leaves fall from the trees. Then I heard her say hello. And out of the car, I was sure to go. The smell of bacon pleases me. As I sit under the big tree. There are eggs, biscuits, sausage, and bacon. What I notice the most is the gravy or was I mistaken. The regular gravy that I put on my biscuit. But this one, this one was way different. Dark and creamy, no chunks at all. But before I could ask, I heard “ Come and eat y’all. “ It’s different now with her not here. This is the one thing that I had feared. I knew her time was soon to be. Not that soon I hoped, but now she’s free. But now I know, as time has passed. That I wish she had seen me last. The memories are very wavy. But sometimes I wish I had some chocolate gravy.