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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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The Way You Looked At Me

While nobody could see..
The hue as clear as sea..
Words few but free..
As droplets seek a tree.
The way you looked at me..
Couldn’t help but glee..
An urge to get hold of you and flee.
As a goblet filled with spree.
The way you looked at me..
Splashed water ..
Indifferent laughter..
Jolted out a blurry sigh..
Wet beneath the glasses..
Confronting horizon where one’s ..
Not supposed to fly.
The way you looked at me..
While I forgot stagnant worries..
Jotting down debacle memories..
That painted poignant stories ..
Slowly going out of sight..
Where those eyes ..
The way they closed out on me.
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