Leaning on the kitchen door Cold on tile, eyes on the floor Leftover rice, a jar of jam Half a plan, and half a man Third time tonight, same old route Looking for something to think about Quiet buzz and pale white glow Not sure why, but it helps me slow No words spoken Nothing new Just breathing in What the silence knew Talkin’ to the fridge light No one near, no appetite Digging through thoughts I can’t explain Cool white air, no pressure, no strain Standing still in flickering white Just talkin’ to the fridge light Magnets with notes I never sent Lists for meals I never meant A stale old beer, last bite of pie A drawer full of time I let slip by Not lookin’ for food, not lookin’ for fun Just standing there, thinking I might be done With chasing things that never stay So I close the door… then open anyway It’s not sadness, not quite peace Just a stillness I can reach When the rest of the world’s at ease Talkin’ to the fridge light No one near, no appetite Digging through thoughts I can’t explain Cool white air, no pressure, no strain Standing still in flickering white Just talkin’ to the fridge light Some things only come at night When the house goes dim and the noise feels right It’s not deep — but it stays When nothing else knows what to say Talkin’ to the fridge light Might stay here the whole night Thinking in circles, feeling alright Wrapped in a glow, soft and slight It’s quiet here, and out of sight So I talk to the fridge light
