I stood in front of the fridge
like it held the answers to life,
the universe,
and why I walked into the kitchen in the first place.
Inside:
half a lemon,
three sauces with trust issues,
and leftovers I no longer recognise.
Still, I stared earnestly,
as if the fridge might whisper wisdom.
Then my eye caught a frond outside the window,
swaying gently in the breeze,
clearly living its best life
without snacks or expectations.
The frond seemed to say:
“Close the fridge.
You’re not hungry.
You’re just tired.”
So I shut the door,
saluted the palm tree,
and went back to the sofa —
enlightened… and still snackless 🌴😌

💫Maggie        The Afterlove Voice 💫