my picture will never be on your fridge again

you will take it off forever, probably tomorrow.
the last thing you have from me.  last thing left from preventing ourselves being catapulted to being a memory, inevitably
becoming strangers.  maybe the lack of myself looking at you in the night , when only thing providing the light to the kitchen is that small lamp that turns on when you open the fridge door.
you will overeat and become a sad wreck of a human being. I share the same faith, but I dont like cold food late in the night.