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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.

Drunk

Smelling like..
The skunk.
Am I drunk?
Lived like..
The punk..
Slept while..
Stars sunk.
Kisses..
Through the clunk.
A smelly dried flower..
Underneath the trunk.
Too old…
To flunk.
Trembling lips..
To a hazy smoke..
Layering up to choke.
While a window..
Peeps through the key hole.
Go home…
Don’t be late..
For the roads don’t wait..
For hardships to accolade.
Kindness has sunk.
Songs haphazardly..
Sung..
Musical bizarre..
One’s not a monk.
Stop pretending..
In the graveyard..
Of rusted junk.

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