Haircut On A Friday Poem by Andrew Matthews

It was Wednesday when I met her.
I was picking up my sister from her work.
My sister worked as an assistant in a hairdressing salon,
she came along, I was going to dropp her at her house.

I went for a haircut a couple of days later, Friday.
I met her for the second time and asked her out
after being a bit of a coward,
she seemed nice to me.

We went for a meal the next day
and the pictures, we had a good time.
Got her home in a taxi, then said goodnight.
I felt Good, it felt good.

I went down to her house the next day,
we kissed, it had been along time.
Something had started,
I didn't want it to end.

We hit it off, big style and
it was great.
Then after a while she said the L word
and so did I, we were both scared of it.

I had forgotten about a girl I used to know
whom i'd been pining for.
A girl i'd had a magical kiss with one night,
and i'd felt something, but to my utter regret didn't act upon it.

Well anyway, we'd been going out for five months
and then she went on holiday, came back a different person.
I don't know why, who knows, use your imagination.
I knew then it wouldn't be long now.

It ended as quickly as it had begun.
I became unwell, confused, tortured, crabbit.
It didn't get better for a long time, years.
Nevertheless my thoughts became clearer, eventually.

I feel a new form of torture, these days.
I'm still pining, wanting the magical girl I hardly know.
I suppose torture isn't the right word,
I think it's deep regret i'm trying to convey.

I can only hope that I will get another chance
sometime in the future.
I'll never be totally happy unless i'm reading this to you now
across the electric air between us.