St Paul's Academy: Celena Caswell

 

 

Rejection!

The glass is empty now,
The guy opposite
is spluttering now,
The cold water
Dripping from his hair.

His shouts of,
“What the heck!”
echoes around the bar,
chair scraping as he stands
abruptly.
Anger flaring into fury.

The glass is empty now,
a brief moment of silence,
a lingering tension in the air.
The confusion,
even hurt in his eyes,
like a child caught
with their hand in the cookie jar.

A deep red spreads across his face
he’s embarrassed? By what? I’m not so sure,
But,
The glass is empty now,
And he’s gone…


by Celena Caswell