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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.

Run

Run
To the arms of your beloved..
To the warmth of mother’s smother.
To the swamp of friends..
Who will catch you as you fall behind.
To the lump of earth..
Who will ground you on a desired find.
Run..
To the land of hopes..
Gripping on the rope tightly.
Give up a fair fight before it elopes.
Run..
Back to the times..
When someone held your fingers..
And gave a nudge to walk.
Laughter echoes while hearts applauded looking at you talk.
Run..
To the farm house..
Surrounded by your cousins lot..
Where you fought , shout , and slept cuddling each other.
Where all that meant was spending as much time together.
Run..
To the midnight charms..
To the calms beyond the lusciousness.
To the now you won’t believe…
How we obnoxiously rekindled kindness.
How we unknowingly forgot to be satisfied..
And instead ran away from our own slot of forgiveness.

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