SHORT CLICK III - Heartburn
He has me spinning with lust and perhaps the L word. It’s going on three weeks and I am floating with clouds transporting me to this sweet, wonderful world where I am all his. I am daydreaming again at work in front of my computer, this cheesy grin on my face won’t go away. Yeah last night was our hot series of bump and grind. He had me at hello, hello, HELLLLLLO
It’s 10:30 am; I wish the day would end quickly so I can see him later tonight. He is in my thoughts. My phone rings and I’m thinking it must be him.
“Hello, is this Katy?” a woman’s voice asked
“Yes, it’s she.”
She says, “This is Julie, you don’t know me…I heard the voicemail message you left in Greg's cell phone.”
She starts crying profusely. “I am his fiancée your number showed up in his cell phone.”
“Excuse me, fiancée?”
“Didn’t you know? Didn’t he tell you he has a woman?”
“No, he told me he’s divorced with two kids.”
“He divorced his wife two years ago in order to be with me.”
I am totally stunned by the revelation. My insides are boiling with anger and disappointment.
I say, “Look, I’m sorry to hear…”
She interrupts, “Did you sleep with him?”
I reply, “You need to talk to him, I have nothing to say to you.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore, I’m packing my shit and getting out of here. You can have him all you want.”
“I don’t want him. If I had known about you I wouldn’t have bothered, he lied to me so why would I want to be with such bastard?”
Julie barks, “He’s not going to find me here when he gets home…I don’t care what you do with him.”
I repeat calmly, “Julie, I don’t want him.”
After she hangs up on me, my phone rings again and it’s Greg apologizing and asking if Julie called.
I say, “It's over, I have nothing to say to you.”
“Katy, look, I’m sorry. I had no idea she was snooping...”
I raise my voice, “Snooping? She’s your fiancée, she has the right to snoop.”
“I still care about you.”
I hang up, he calls me again, blasting my phone but I don’t answer.
I am so disgusted.
My desk at work feels like a war zone, I want to run and lock myself in the bathroom and cry, instead I decide to write a poem dedicated to love, pain and anger.
My boss stops by my desk, “Are you okay?” she asks, noticing the tears
“Yes, just a case of heartburn.”
3/2007 by Cathy Delaleu
Art work by Teresa Brazen
Lyrics, poetry and art all meshed together