I put a surprise cookie in your lunchbox today.   I tucked it underneath the black peppered turkey sandwich I made for you. The one on the 13-grain whole wheat bread you love so much, with the cajun mayonnaise you think is so special. It gives me such pleasure to make your lunch for you everyday. This is something I wouldn’t trade for the world.

To me it’s important.

When we each go our separate ways to live the lives we lead when we’re apart, my heart gets lonely and sad for you. It aches and pines and protests. It has a tantrum and fusses and is restless for you. There are so many times when I look up at the clock that my mind wanders back to thoughts of you. I longingly count down the hours ‘til I’ll be seeing you again.

At 5:30 PM.

I have such daydreams of you. You working away, chatting up the other folks in your office in that charming way of yours.  You sitting there in the break room eating your lunch, the newspaper open to the editorial page. It’s imagining you there that gets me most.  Thinking about that moment when you uncover the surprise cookie I put in your lunchbox.

At that moment, you’re nothing but mine.


18 thoughts on “LUNCHBOX

  1. Aw this is lovely and the end is perfect. New love? I can remember feeling like this but it disappeared as it was replaced with familiarity and years and years of living in the same house!! 😊 i would like those times back, they’re quite precious and was once adamant they would never go.

  2. This brought back so many memories of packing lunches for my son when he was in school. There’d be a sandwich with lunch meat, and also a PBJ, both cut in four pieces. There’d also be chips, and a pickle, and a piece of fruit and a napkin with a funny note. He told me his lunches were the stuff of legend among his friends. I got such a kick out of it.

  3. I’m impressed by how much I learned about the main character just by hearing her/his thoughts about placing a cookie in someone’s lunchbox. Such vivid characterization! And the story’s awfully sweet, too 🙂

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