Midnight Reflections

The fridge hums a lullaby, soft and low,

shadows stretch long as the cold air flows.

Staring at emptiness, I wonder what’s gone,

this silence wraps tight, a ghost of a song.

Fingers trace edges of what might have been,

an echo of laughter, the warmth of a grin.

A late-night wanderer in search of some light,

each empty shelf holds a whisper of night.

Time drips slowly, like coffee gone cold,

memories linger, too heavy to hold.

A soft ache of yearning, a half-open door,

this kitchen, this stillness, asks me for more.