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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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I held you long enough..
Now it’s time to go.
Is that so ?
What made you think though ?
There’s nothing to think..
And it’s pointless to blink.
You don’t hold someone to leave..
What if there’s insanity to believe?
The eyes I see..
Are meant to be free.
Struck with still..
Is thy only will.
Unhold is a tree without leaves..
Your roots grow deep..
So don’t be the one to weep.
I will hold you tight..
And let go quiet.
So that your breathe can fly.
To branch that high..
That looking down will blind you..
That until then someone will find you..
I have tighten my hold..
As this night is getting cold.
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