Lunch Time Hope

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?”