[Verse 1 ] Hello fridge, my old friend, I’ve come to snack with you again. Because a hunger softly creeping Poked my ribs while I was sleeping, And the craving that was planted in my brain Still remains… In the hums... of silence. [Verse 2] In restless socks I walked alone, Past the couch and charging phone. Underneath the microwave light, I saw the glow of dairy white. When my hand reached for the handle of the door, I heard a roar… In the hums... of silence. [Verse 3] And in the naked fridge-light I saw Ten leftovers, maybe more. Tupperware that stood like towers, Sauces past their finest hours, People shaped from pasta, peas, and ham, A tiny Spam Republic Whispering... in silence. [Verse 4] “Fool,” said the yogurt, “do you not know? We began three weeks ago.” Then the mustard raised a plastic spear, And the ketchup hissed, “He’s here!” One old grape rolled slowly from the floor Toward the door… In the hums... of silence. [Verse 5] I said, “I only came for cheese,” But the butter fell to its knees. “Take the oat milk, take the jam, But do not touch the deli ham.” Then the olives formed a circle by the wall, And I heard them call… Best by Tuesday… Best by Tuesday… Best by Tuesday… In the hums... of silence.
