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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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DownPour

I dream..
To see you.
I scream..
To feel through.
I kiss..
To listen deep.
I freeze..
To glisten weep.
I hold..
To cease cold.
I breathe..
To unfold.
I fear..
To fight fair.
I stare..
Until the last flair.
I run..
Until feet’s give up.
I climb..
Obsolete heights.
I waited..
Too long.
I lie..
But cannot forget..
The downpour.
A tormented outburst..
The sights which vanish.
Until I famish.
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