That I kiped the moment,
The chance,
At height.
*
That as I sat
Hungover and alone,
I packed my life into white boxes.
*
That as I knelt by the tall glass of G&T
I questioned the veracity
Of it all.
*
Between our colours of orange and black
I muttered words of the moment, then took them back again.
Only to reoffer them years later.
*
That as I shared parting drinks with those who bothered
The tears etched a certain clarity.
*
When I turned my back on the one lifelong commitment I consented to,
The sun shone on my last day in Melbourne.
I'm so sorry baby girl.
*
That as I tender gratitude
For friendship, and strength,
The plane lands and
I am home.
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