2005
the picture on the fridge
From the fridge I witness your life, I pick unto your moments, happy or sad. I see her, I see you two, coming and going. I never know when she is gone. She is never gone. Constant presence in the pictures, in the art and the furniture. Constant presence in the air, the bedroom, the atmosphere. She is never gone and I got a good seat. From the fridge, not fully inside, not totally outside, watching over, witnessing a love that never ended. I have been invited to enter, but please don’t come in too fast.
“Stay there. I got to wait until she says yes, you can come in”. I guess she did say yes after making sure your love for her has not been replaced. Yes she said yes and you are so happy. You went out and bought flowers to celebrate this new beginning with you and her.
“I am so happy, I cleared it up and I can write about my love for you.” You on the fridge. Your seat is saved. You can witness my life. I guess she said yes.
And what do I do? I stay on the fridge, witnessing your life and daring to set one foot in before I hit the road
