Flavor of the Week

He perches himself upon the barstool
Takes a glance to see
Is there anyone special in this place
To keep him company.

It's been many days gone by for him
Since he felt relief
His friends tell him to give it time
He'll find the end of grief.

And if he believes the words they say
An end he soon will see
But until he can love again,
It's the flavor of the week.

***Isn't this just terrible***