He said with a devilish grin,
“Make me a sandwich.”
and how my insides flipped.
If only he knew –
I would do anything for him.
My dreams had been crushed
and the though of sharing a sandwich,
just a simple lunch,
was enough to give me hope.
Hope that I was not damaged goods.
Hope that I might find life again
beyond the wreckage that was my failed marriage.
Hope that he was within my reach
and I was not only dreaming.
To make him a sandwich would be a good start
…I just smiled and said, “PB and J?”