On The Rebound

He found himself at this bar,
Not quite sure how he got there…
Or why he was there.

She was gone…

It had been 63 days since she left,
But he wasn’t counting…

And he was at this bar to meet
Someone else.
Someone equally beautiful,
And charming,
And sexy…
If not more so.

That was his mission…
Wasn’t it?

That’s what brought him to this bar…
Wasn’t it?

He knew how to do this.

And so there he sat…

One woman caught his eye.

Long waves of espresso hair,
An eclectic, but quite attractive
Sense of style.

And she saw him…
And smiled.

He knew what to do now…
Didn’t he?

But all he could manage,
Was a half-hearted smile
In return.

And then she gazed elsewhere,
And chatting with her friends.

And he went back to his drink.

It was only 63 days, wasn’t it?

But he wasn’t counting…
Was he?

He was on the rebound…

Wasn’t he?


© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

2 thoughts on “On The Rebound

    1. Thank you! !!! Actually, I started a novel earlier this year, but put it down when my poetry began this past summer. Maybe it’s time to revisit that. I really appreciate your encouragement, and I’ll explore Nanowritmo!

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