Union Jack

Tom threw the Union Jack towel on the old chair

Then put on his underwear and his one-day-old dirty T-shirt.

The radio was off, Jess was still asleep.

Her lips were slightly open

Her soft breathing whisper could be heard

The morning was dull but bright

His eyes looked through the thick glass

Biting his lip he held the still boiling cup

He had checked the outcome on his phone

He had lost

What now? He thought—

No plan B

No future

This was the first time he had felt so distant

Ever so distant

She stayed up until the final results were given

He decided to go to sleep, unable to stand the fuss and the stress

His snoring was simply unbearable but she'd learned to love him

It was too late, she felt so tired

Yet her anxiety to know was stronger

Then the results were announced

Her heart was so full of joy but her mind was baffled

She'd just won

She knew what that meant

A new future

A new land

A nice late night shower felt right

The longest she'd ever had.

Tap off, the drops fell off her skin, pubis and finger tips

She took the Union Jack towel and dried herself.

Sleeping T-shirt and brand spanking clean panties on

Slowly, her lips came closer to his

But then decided not to go ahead

She felt a hypocrite

She felt distant

Ever so distant.