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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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Cry

It’s all a lie..
But why.
Cry.
What starts ends.
What breaks mends.
What seems impossible comprehends.
The face that smiles fades..
The face that hurts trades..
The eyes that meant ran into a cascade.
Revolt rises to subside.
Jolt ceases to reside.
Bolted doors open to showcase empty corridors.
It’s never too late to find those unsaid words.
It’s too early to assume those words will ever be heard.
It’s too easy to give up on the irony of being absurd.
It’s nothing but a sigh..

But why..
Cry.
What holds leaves.
What goes two folds decieves.
What annoys receives..
What was untold believes.
The wrapped up heart..
The charred up mark.
The scar within..
An unknown spark.
Tears are bold..
Riding cold into the slippery eyes.
Failed attempt to wait until they imitate a false state.
It’s a hunger of an imaginary kind.
An anger of a foolish mind.
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