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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.

Writer


A writer 
is alone
walks home
with footsteps
following 
sleeps alone
beside
a noisy
window
that gets louder
when it rains
talks to people
that don't exist
makes conversations
with people from the 
past
asks questions
not wishing for answers
gets slammed doors
for annoying neighbors
reads books
overlooking shadows
in their own world
they are prisoners
that give out symbols
by writing on walls
for other's to read 
and know what's the price
of being free




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