There's been one sitting in my car since September.
On the dash, to be specific.
It is not mine.
It's David Knell's.
I keep meaning to get it for him, but I forget.
Until Trent runs out to my car and grabs it.
It's new home is my guitar case.
Maybe one day, David Knell will get his fork back.
And the token of our friendship will no longer be in my possession.
It's just a fork.
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