Waking up with sweat stained sheets wrapped around me and you are nowhere to be seen as you believe being mean is keeping the lads keen. Your leather jacket is still here hanging on the hook by the front door and he wonders why she didn’t want more. He loved her laugh last night as they drunkenly tried to walk right home after finishing a few gin and tonics between them that made his head spin and her think that she would forever win at sin. Her long blonde hair had flown out behind her and it reminded him of fresh sunflowers because that was the colour of her beauty and he prayed the rest of the night would not be another careless blur. The radiance within her shone so bright that he didn’t even turn on the kitchen light as he let them both inside as the liquor made their shyness want to shrivel up and hide. But in the next morning, there was no hungover girl mumbling sleepily and yawning because instead there was only her leather jacket and the faint smell of sweet perfume left on his pillow as he tried to visualize that beautifully bright sunny yellow that made his throat dry and gave him a sickening urge to cry because he didn’t want this feeling to die. He wondered if she would call because it really hadn’t taken him long to fall for her long limbs and the way she had dark humour that stung him like a cheap rumour and so he slept on the sofa that day with the aching bones of a man who lives alone but with a leather jacket wrapped around his arm because he wanted to see her again and see if she maybe felt the same but he knew deep down it was a Friday night love and the weekend would soon fade away because she was never destined to stay yet he hung her jacket in the closet for years to come and tried again to find the perfect one but he’d let her slip between his fingers yet the smell of her sweet perfume still lingered for Friday nights to come and he missed the colour of the sun that shone in her hair and the bright eyes that that craved fear. She’d been his Friday night coffee and cream that would never return no matter how much he stroked the seams of her faded leather jacket. Sunflower girl was now gone with the wind and soon he could no longer recall her voice and the paleness of her soft skin. It was like she had never met him in the first place but oh god how he loved her beautiful hair and knew she had once been there in his arms even if it had only been for one Friday night.