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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.

Belittle

It’s the little that..
I understand.
The little makes sense.
The little do I demand..
The very little makes the command.
But even little..
Does say something.
About a heartless soul..
An aimless goal..
An undefined task.
An unrecognizable mask.
Little by little..
As you solve the riddle.
You find..
The little that you considered..
Was always belittle.

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