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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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Tremble

I can see tears ..
But can do nothing.
I can see worries..
But can do nothing.
I can see fear of loss..
I can see smear of moss.
I can see rust..
Accumulated dust.
Giving up trust.
Sinking down to adjust.
But can do nothing.
I have been told to go on..
As no one waits alone.
I can see promises fall apart..
I can see kisses seeping through.
I can see love empty as ever..

I can see lies binding them over.
I can see tries that never got started..
I can see smiles that departed.
Anger has a new meaning.
Ego is self demeaning.
Pride is of nuisance.
It’s the ride of penance.
I can hear the grumble..
The inner mumble.
The gibberish fumble of adulthood.
That ..
It never pays back to be humble.
So cease the fake assemble.
And ease the tremble within.
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