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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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It’s like..
That never happened..
Yet soul dampened..
When the eyes get closed.
It’s like..
The wait is endless..
But the end was already..
When alone dozed.
It’s like..
Recapturing moments..
Yet nothing is visible..
When all of it is long gone.
It’s like..
The quick and sudden.
Where thoughts are in pause..
When everytime there’s a wrong impulse.
It’s like..
That shouldn’t be repeated.
Yet again and again..
When against that it works.
Loosing the fireworks.
Until the sun interrupts..
The choking abrupt.
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