Last Year Ago

This time last year I had reached my limit.

I couldn't breathe.

I had to escape --

Self-preservation at its most desperate.

I needed to go home.

Melbourne.

Approaching the city,

My breaths became heavy;

Fighting back tears of relief,

Of elation,

Of memories,

Of a place so alive.

This time last year I sat on the train,

I laughed and cried openly

As the city revealed itself to me.

Some different; improved.

The important things stayed the same.

I walked through the Richmond gardens

Usually buzzing with people

Dead silent this day --

No football.

I sat on the steps of the MCG.

I shivered and then wept.

Why? I'm not sure.

Relief, perhaps.

I missed you intensely.

This time last year I touched your skin,

I felt your lips,

I smelled your skin,

I saw your smile,

And heard your voice.

This time last year I kissed you goodbye.

AGAIN.

It wasn't enough.

I'm still recovering.

Last year ago, I felt something.

I've been searching ever since...