delusions of grandeur. what a pompous phrase.

found out via i.m.
a few days ago

talk about delusions of grandeur

after all HE dumped ME
9 years and 7 1/2 months ago

i dreamed last night that she has

bad skin, frizzy hair

and frumpy clothes like
Maggie,
Cliff's one-time fiance on Cheers

Part of me believes the engagement happened
because his clock is screaming for kids

Silly.

He must love her.

These past years, I enjoyed showing him
I'm married
I have a daughter
Now a son
The handful of times we saw each other

I caught him watching us once,
and in my mind he was thinking
he wished he was in Tomek's place

I wanted him to see us, the young happy family
of the girl he dumped
and feel
regret.

when moments make memories

Last night I snuggled into bed between freshly washed sheets while the sounds of Tomek prepping for tomorrow's workday faded around me. Through that veil of sleep that closes in so smoothly, so wonderfully some nights, I felt his soft lips brush my shoulder blade where the blankets had slipped down. Once, twice, three times, maybe more. A whispered good night sweetie and the warm weight of love, of home, of all that is familiar settled in beside me. Warmth gently pressed against my back. A relaxed exhale, more whispered words, fading quickly as I sank down, down... I love sleeping next to you at night