Last Orange in the Fridge

Found you hiding on the second shelf Behind leftovers and a jar of dill Little sunset in a plastic chill Swear you rolled your eyes when I broke the seal You’re the last orange in the fridge Tiny sun on a frosty ridge All this space and you still fit In my hand In my head Just a little bit You’re the last orange in the fridge Guess we’re both just holding on at the edge Peel curls down like a spiral road Citrus fireworks on my fingers Cold Kitchen light buzzing Late Sunday I taste every season I forgot to save You’re the last orange in the fridge Tiny sun on a frosty ridge All this space and you still fit In my hand In my head Just a little bit You’re the last orange in the fridge Guess we’re both just holding on at the edge