Thursday

Thursday.
That word has meant so many different things to me
I sit, pondering what this Thursday will mean,
While the dim recollections of what used to be
Slowly emerge in my mind.

Thursday.
It used to be that dreaded day
When I would lug around an enormous
Fluorescent yellow sack of papers,
Fighting against the wind and rain
Along the dull roads of a dull town on a dull day.

Thursday.
It used to be something more exciting than that
It used to be the day
When I would meet my first boyfriend
Under the shade of a tree in an empty park
“Kissing day”, I think I called it…..
I remember the apprehensive chaos
Of over-straightening my hair
While applying way too much lip-gloss
(rose-pink, free with Shout magazine)
Followed by the nervous thrill
Of holding a boy’s hand
For the very first time.

Thursday,
It used to be free-day, play day
When brownies, swimming and gymnastics
Would cease for just one day
To let me have round any friend I wanted
To play barbies on the stairs
In the most inconvenient place,
Or to play mummies and daddies,
Dreaming of how cool it would be
To exist in the adult world.

Thursday.
My dim recollections were only a few short years ago,
But they feel like a completely different world.

Thursday.
What does that word mean to me now?

Just one day left ‘til Friday.