A Year On

This July will have been a year from last, when I returned from Sydney. My schedule was full, and in some sense, I was almost afraid to see her again. But I did anyway. I remember as if it were yesterday. Or this morning. I could even point it out to you right now.

Standing just off the entrance to the bathrooms. I made my way up and tapped her on the shoulder, and she turned with this look on her face. And my heart melted. I didn't see her again until the last day, but it was enough. I left knowing that the place I ought to be was the place I had just left.

Now a year on, when I return, it will be my turn, hoping that she has time for me in her schedule. Hoping that her heart might melt too. But no, I ask for too much.

Sometimes, I miss you isn't enough.