Food coiled around a fork and pushed into a spoon

The weather changed. It made me uncertain again. Like the time the power was turned off and we all talked about how we didn't need it anyway and we were all lying because we knew we did. We had headaches because we couldn't make coffee and we put our bodies next to each other to keep warm and to pass time. Your skin was soft and you said mine was too and we didn't care if he felt left out. I hated you that day. I hated you because you were the only person who could ever bring me to my knees with a look or a word. The weather's always changing anyway.