The picture on the fridge

I guess she said yes…

From your fridge, I witness your life.
Through my picture, I spy on 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.
Her constant presence in the pictures, in the art and the furniture.
Her constant presence in the air, the bedroom, the atmosphere.
She is never gone and I got a good seat.
From the fridge, inside but not completely; I watch over, I witness a love that never ended.
You’ve invited me to step in,
“But please don’t come in too fast.”I guess she said ‘okay’ after making sure your love for her was not being replaced.

Yes, she said yes and you were so happy, you bought flowers to celebrate this new beginning in which I was not included.
And what’s left for me to do?
I’ll stay on the fridge, daring to set one foot in before I hit the road.

Sirena/Yemaya
4/2/2005