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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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A cure..
For not..
Being.
A cure..
For not..
Saying.
A cure..
For the departed.
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For why this started.
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For eyes misread.
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For cries mislead.
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For what we call.
Everything beyond..
Destiny akin.
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For why we stall..
Everything beyond..
Irony a trapezoid..
To avoid..
Falsehood.
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For prey..
To devour the stray.
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For truth..
To stay hidden..
In a broken tray.
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That happens.
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For memory..
That dampens.
For age..
Defines truimphant.
Or misery..
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Measure..
Of happiness.
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For deafening..
Ground wrecking..
Connundrum.
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To embrace..
Momentum.
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