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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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Feel The Rhythm

A songs comes and goes .
Feel the rhythm on your toes..
As an unknown cult taps into..
Do you know it ?
Not too sure..
When lyrics start humming through your nose..
Fingers trickle snapping back at you..
Avoiding the music..
Hide through the doors..
But still finds its way with back flip on the floor..
Swerving to one side..
Knocking down the waves…
Chasing by amaze..
Dancing into the haze..
The lighted corridors clapping for more..
Letting down your hair..
As your steps gracefully break the chair..
Slaying while you groove..
Acing your every single move..
Landing right back to the arms of a warm affair..
That which is a door knob to be fair.
You bow down finally to drive back..
Sizzling hot as sweat drips sliding on your glare..
A blurred reflection in the rareview..
Somehow a smile as you stare.
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