Rebound

You Cannot Just Move On.

You can kiss. But you cannot allow it back beyond the bar doorway.

Do Not hold hands.

Do Not hope for text responses.

Do Not - fall.

He did not realise what he did when he leant in, strangely, for a kiss at that counter.

And you stared, saying, “no” but realised “Oh, wait. Yes.

I can do this now”.

You cannot just leave your remorseful relationship flaggings on the bar stool

As you learn each other’s company in weekend beer sessions

Alleyway shaggings

Midday wakings.

You Must

First face your end.

And not text each time you wish to escape your pained cage

Each time rattled by the voice of your… Ex…

Now….Ex….

You cannot play without first cleaning.  

He was not meant to lean in for that kiss.

He was not meant to shout, on that street corner, that he was tired of you hauling your ex and your past into each evening’s conversations.

He did not ask for your burdens.

Though.

You’d leant back, in for fun.

It was not meant to turn this serious