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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.
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It's The End Of A Nice Old Way

Of getting goose bumps.
It’s the end of a pathway..
Filled with yellow blossoms.
It’s the end of an essence..
That took your breath away.
It’s the end of childishness..
That was swiftly accomplishing.
It’s the end of a surreal surrender.
With little words to squander.
It’s the end of an imaginary effect..
With the magic squared away sooner.
It’s the end of the knock out moments..
Prolific emotions..
Gone with a single poof.
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