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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 Bus

The bus arrived and she wasn't there..
No one to leap towards me at my very sight
No one who at every moment holds me tight
No one who can constantly talk about their day
No one who pats my head and says I love your hair
No one who smiles like they care
And for that I run everyday to get my fair share
As soon there will be a day..
That will have no bus to stare..
Just endless layer of mixed emotions..
Right then The bus arrived and her smile.. appeared through open doors..
Jumped out at me to catch her..
Started talking as I thought ohh boy
How will one not miss these days once they are over..
Like my mom does..
And soon I will.
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