No More Nuance

So there he sat…

Another Wednesday night…

Trying to write…

Staring at the blinking cursor,
And his drink,

Reflecting on the day.

In that moment of silence,
And loneliness,

The reality of his day,
Passed before his eyes,
In brutal clarity.

His professional successes
Had been

But when viewed
Through the lens of his heart…


And what of his personal successes?

Those things that are supposed
To make him sense value
In his interaction with others…



Funny how reality
Has a habit
Of smacking one in the face,
Ripping one’s facade,

Grinding down to the
Bare bones of unshielded emotion,

As uncomfortable
As that might be.

So in this moment
Of alcohol-induced reckoning,

He was confronted again
By the starkness of
The truth…

That all day long,

He thought of her.

The successes and failures
Of his daily routine
Were meaningless.

Until he could be with her
And gaze into her eyes…

He could not be whole.

Even if he had to travel
Half-way around this world
To do so…

Then that’s what
He needed to do.

He yearned to
Live in the moment
With her,
Unshackled from the
Unfulfilling vapor
Of an electronic relationship…

He yearned to be there,
Sitting in front of her,

Holding her hands
In his,

Looking into her
Glistening eyes,

And testifying
Out loud,
For the whole world to hear…

“I love you.”

He just needed to be real.

He just needed to touch.

No more electronic nothingness,

No more hoping,
Or guessing…
Or wishing.

No more nuance…

He just needed
The certainty
And transparency
Of an emotional
And physical forever

With her.

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

20 thoughts on “No More Nuance

  1. Wow… I’m assuming this is about moving beyond an online relationship? Or am I totally off? lol

    This is really powerful and so profound, Bill. It’s funny how our accomplishments in life, material possessions, none of those things mean much if we don’t have that special person to share it with. Really beautiful poem. 🙂

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    1. This is about that…precisely. That is to say that the material, routine things in life…when put in context…are irrelevant, when compared to the depth of the human experience. Nothing…neither social media nor the expediency of our electronic lives…can begin to match the depth of human touch and connection…nothing. That’s what I believe.

      I so much value your thoughts, Brandi, and interest in my ramblings. Thank you… 🙂

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      1. Ah! Okay, since you confirmed what I thought, then I can surely say that I totally relate to this. lol 🙂

        Yes, I agree with you. There’s nothing like being able to see a person, touch them, be able to just physically be in their presence. Connecting online is great, but it lacks that warmth and depth. So I totally feel you on that. Plus, being able to connect to another soul is what makes life that much greater.

        You’re very welcome, Bill! Thank you for listening to my thoughts. When I read something that makes me think, I tend to go talk crazy. Lol. 😁

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  2. Your poem is emotionally vibrant and beautifully written as always. Very true that nothing in the digital world will ever replace real physical love with someone, where intellectual and sexual attraction are key.

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