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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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Turning Pink

It makes me think
That one day the sky
Will turn pink
And at it's  brink
Will be a collection
Of shining stars 
All at once
Filling my eyes 
With glitter

It makes me think
That one day the sky
Will tend to sink
And like a dollop of ink
There will be a piece
Of art
Spread wide across 
Abandoning the moss
Of jitter

It makes me think
That someday the sky
Will roar
After gathering enough
Thunder within
To shudder
A tiny being
That while getting wet
Will still run
Squandering for
Rains will only make
Things harder 
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