especially during winter
you could always make me smile
even as we shared our disappointments
somehow it swirled away
like cream mixing in
you once told me
that forks made better stirrers then spoons
the tines allowing increased viscosity
slots allowing a more even flow
but it would never really matter
spoons would always win out
and it made me think
maybe that was our problem
two forks trying to make it in a world of spoons
lots of coffee out there
but no place for us
what can you do
when the world makes you an instrument
of a process already determined
but the clinking sounds the same.