Is it just an apple?

I stopped by the house to grab some more stuff and disassemble a few more things; I've been doing that for weeks, getting some of the smaller shit out of the house. It was trash night in the old 'hood so I decided to toss everything from the fridge and freezer that I either didn't want, was old (considering I haven't lived there for six weeks, everything was that I didn't take already) or didn't care about. There are still a few things I need to grab, but need to use a cooler and ice packs. Thanks to work, I'm freezing some ice packs there now and have a cooler in the basement that I forgot about.

As I was tossing stuff in the trash, I came across an apple. It was on the top shelf. I looked at it. I remember putting it there. It's still good too. That's the weird part. I put it there Nov 9, 2008. It's an apple that Delores brought over that first day. The first day she came over. The first time I had seen her in a decade.
It's still in the fridge, I'm afraid to move it. It's still good, so I won't toss it, but I'm afraid to move it for some reason.

I know it's just an apple.....but it's not. It's a good apple...that has stayed good for 6 months. I work in food and have NEVER seen that. It's Delores' apple (really her son's) and I need to get it here somehow.

I wish this was some crazy made up metaphor, but it really is there and it really is hers, and it really is that old, and it really is still good.

Is it really just an apple?