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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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Can I ?

Can I walk with you ?
But I might give up in few..
And you might still not..
Thinking this is all very new.
But the way to drops of dew..
Hasn’t exactly shaped up like you drew.
Will you meet me at the end ?
I don’t even know if ..
All of this awaits amend.
While I might get..
Rotten blend..
Not considered to apprehend.
So stop being offend..
Telling yourself..
What’s broken can be mend.
Is this you ?
Yes I failed to be true..
But I can see..
Your eyes have..
Missing glee.
The one I caught..
When they did smile free.
As minds are shallow.
Cause don’t you follow..
That I am just a pretty shadow..
Which hides tomorrow.
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