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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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Standing at the alter..
Kissing happily ever after.
And all she could see..
Was a ritual.
Jumping into the water..
Depths of laughter.
And all she could feel..
Was totter.
Looking at each other..
While she seeks smother.
Dirt that bothers..
But all that’s farther.
Are the questions asked rather.
Her skin is fair..
His skin is darker.
Marking boundaries thats unfair..
What about wanderer.
Wings to slaughter..
But her urge goes for wings that flutter.
A fire ignites..
Fuming smokes touching sky..
Like kites flying by.
But she sees countless fights..
For equal rights.
Where someone is still burning..
All through the night.
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