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The Next Stop

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By Sarah O'GradyPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
Image: Made by ChatGPT with my prompts.

My wife died last winter

That's what he said to me

Now my life is directionless

I just travel for the company

To see the mums with their little ones

All dressed and ready to go

It reminds me that life goes on

And that my spring from winter will flow

You see, when she was alive, I thought the world was ours

Just waiting for us to take our fill

But now that she's gone and I'm left behind

It's the other passengers that remind me there's life past this hill

She was always the more outgoing of us

Made friends wherever we went

She'd think it silly I travel with no stops

And not one postcard home have I sent

But I don't travel for adventure

That part of me died with her

No, now I travel for the connection

The balm that soothes my hurt

I don't know when I'll get to my stop

And join her on that platform

So until then I'll keep travelling

For this is where I feel at home

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About the Creator

Sarah O'Grady

I like to play with words to escape reality. Or maybe to try and make sense of it.

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    Written by Sarah O'Grady