The Weekend's Place

She parked where the sunlight won't reach.
It was level three, their concrete beach.
Walked past the place where they'd sneak a kiss on Saturday.
Under the fire escape sign and it's worn out staircase and it's secluded passageway.
They never could resist, especially not after the weekend plans were in place.
Lipgloss and eyeliner often found smudged on his face.
They went inside the shopping centre that was left with life and right from home.
A bubble of chatter, glimpses of bird's murmurs and mights.
Her everything took flight, his first loving sight.
The escalator groaned like a typical nine to five sigh.
It takes her back to the days when her legs were right and her heels ran high.
A time when her shoes sometimes, maybe, kind of fit.
Off and on, small and big, she rose up, just like she often did.
Susan leaned over the ocean teal and off white plastic tables to reach in and catch him by surprise.
But he was engaged, he was secretly waiting for her to get up and rise anyway.
For her thin skinned arms to take the heat off the summers air, the drinks they ordered never having a chance to warm up before they left the shopping centre's cafe and further into the weekend's place.
By the middle of the typical Saturday journey, they found themselves by the centre's fountain.
She leaned over the edge, her reflection rippling like an unanswered question.
She flicked the loose change her mother gave her yesterday morning for the laundry service into the still water.
Its path directed for the boy by her side, the weekend's fool.
Then it was found sinking, unnoticed, alone, into the wishing pool.
“What did you wish for?” he asked,
But her smile curled like the corners of a forgotten letter.
"Oh, it doesn't matter" she said, knowing full well that her one wish was pathetically ridiculous.
Shopping, sex and Susan. That's was her weekend place.