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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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The Pictures That I Took

Looking at his shoes..
A kid waits.
Chasing ants on a bench.
Stars on his trench..
Lonely eyes at the gate..
Just before sun sets.
A girl rushes through heavy rain
With an umbrella..
As her toes splash water in the narrow lane..
checking her watch..
If she is late.
A whisper in her ear..
After which a smile appears.
Dense clouds..
Beneath the moonlight..
Crowded streets at night..
Two friends walk..
The same way they talk..
As kids in a relic plight.
Dogs chasing shadows..
Hunger peeping windows..
All covered during winter..
Sitting by the fire soaking warmth..
Bits of ashes swarming..
Drops of tears to stare right through
Train arrives with a glance of someone..
Insane eyes for a chance of no one..
Change in color..
While dawn meets morning dew..
Change is captured.
When gone sweeps startling new..
All the pictures that I took..
Can be never well described in a book..
You got to see what they make..
Out of life which just fails to shake..
When you seek to take a look.
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