It was hot

She was hot

She was bored

Not just with this day

But with everyday

He was Dave filling up the car with petrol

Everything for him was planned

Well thought out and considered

She was Amy bright blonde brown eyed pretty

Hot sticky and bored

He was reliable predictable

Regular as clockwork

But hadn’t noticed the clock that was ticking

She wanted something more

But she knew not what

She wasn’t Chloe her twin

Miss hour in the shower

All makeup

Made up bubbles giggles and frills

 

The smile she gave to Dave as he got back in the car

Didn’t register

It did not say to him

I’m bored I’ve had enough

I’m not ready for kitchen sink, rubber gloves

Sex on Friday after the pub

I want making love

I want to be whisked away

To some unknown destination

To something different from my life

 

Not you careless and hairless at 45

A widening belly, nights stuck in front of the telly

And resentment of somebody else’s success

Not two nights at the gym

And news of the half time score

And do you want another gin

I want to be surprised by something you said

That swept me off my feet

I don’t want your dad and my mum

 

But she didn’t say any of these things

Because the smile should simply have been enough

To imply all of the above

So, the car drove off

And he hadn’t noticed that she was still standing

Because there is no rewind button

On life

She had been bored

She had enough