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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.

Imperfect

Imperfect 
I do things
Right when 
Someone 
Raises eyebrows
Chases my shadows
That looks so imperfect


I say words.
Imperfect..
That when heard..
Seems incorrect
Misinterpreting
Which they 
Interlude
How rude
That I meant
Quiet the opposite
Without a dialect
Just thrown towards imperfect

Imperfect
I draw
Lines that don't align
As who listens
And acts like they hear
Anymore
But a door 
Thats shown to me
Is reject
While abstinence
Goes Imperfect






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