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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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Sit There Still

Sit there still..
While someone left abode.
Sit there still..
While there’s a subtle erode.
Sit there still..
While inner instances have slowed.
Sit there still..
As sometimes dark clouds fold the boldness inside.
As sometimes weaknesses hide the wrestle ride..
As sometimes being unknown overpowers the superficial glide.
Sit there still..
For now there will be no change for a while.
For now there will be no mockery in exile.
As now there will be just a colloquial hypothesis..
Along with traces of your wiped out foot steps.

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