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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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Dawn

As he lit the match..
She stood right next to him..
Watching him smoke.
All that fire giving up..
While she began to choke.
The look wasn’t to quit..
Lifted her up finding somewhere to sit.
Fainted while her fingers trembled..
Gripping him tighter as he stumbled.
The only way she would live..
Was something beyond him to give.
Laying her on the bed..
Sat thinking through the misread.
Signs that granted..
Signs that wanted..
Talking barely..
Listening rarely..
All she ever did speak..
Made him weak.
Rushing outside..
Fumbled into his pocket..
Lit the match..
As his eyes met a close watch..
The smoke had gone..
In the blink of an eye..
A drop became heavy right at the brink..
He could see the dawn sink.
As it was nothing but her..
He couldn’t stop to think.
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