I’ll use that one spoon for my sugar,
the one you thought Pops might have liberated from a flight,
and think of all the questions I should have asked while I have my coffee.

I’ll save the wine for when things are settled; I will toast you and pretend to like it more than I do, and think of all of the answers I did get.

The tea cup will be for when I just want to be with you at the kitchen table, watching the birds, planning my day, putting together my life.