The Pineapple Spoon Rest

We picked you up, and we stopped at a bar you used to work at so that you could pick up ingredients to make us dinner.  And by pick up, I mean steal out of their kitchen.

I can't remember what you made for us, but I remember not being that impressed considering you were a cook.  How funny is that?  I can't remember if it was fall, but warm, or spring, but cool, but afterwards, we sat outside and smoked cigarettes, and I remember thinking that this was the start of something special, and it was.  And I miss you terribly.