Today XI

Today,
he started the day
writing a 'Dear John' note...

Notebook, pen, determined hand!
Word, page ripped, page crumbled, page in wastebasket!
Another word... Repeat!
Another and another and another...
Repeat! Repeat! Repeat!

Paused...
Cigarette, lighter, inhaled, blew smoke!
Basket full!
- Obviously, a writer he wasn't!
- Perhaps, it wasn't meant to be...

Today,
he's registering
in a 'Creative Writing' course, online...