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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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Don’t come near me..
I might as well forget you.
Stop looking for me..
I might as well forget you.
Don’t look out for me..
I might as well forget you.
Stop Popping by..
Withholding sigh.
Sweaty feet..
To a chaotic beat.
Don’t you ever look back..
I might as well forget you.
Don’t you ever think what happened..
I might as well forget you.
Don’t you walk alone..
I might as well forget you.
Don’t you pretend you are listening..
I might as well forget you.
Don’t know when..
Don’t know why.
I am trying hard not to retrace..
Cease my gallop into haze.
Following the bursted empty blaze..
Smoke choking into my arms.
But I can’t possibly forget..
The last gaze.
Yes I still..
But I will.
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