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A Grieving Traveler

I sat in a train again Without you... I sat with pain again Without you.. I wish you were there I wish to get back your stare I wish to share some words How I wished to look out of the window the same way as yesterday.. This journey that I start again Without you... This journey that I pause more often Without you... As there is no one to put a hand on My shoulder of disdain.. As there is no one to just make a  Harmless gesture of being insane.. How I wished to sip that cup of tea with a relentless life beyond the sea waiting to be free.. *Dedicated to my mom as she shares her feeling of loneliness after my dad passed away last year. They both used to love traveling together... * picture courtesy the author while she captures this on her train ride to  Carlisle, PA.

No Sign




No sign of you..
Not now.
Not ever.
Wondering how..
Us became never.
No sign of you..
No words.
No letter.
Hollow chords..
Untying the knots.
No sign of you..
Just thoughts.
Just a gesture.
Of a stubborn stature.
While wiping the everlasting capture..
That dissolved..
Into the night of departure.

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