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The poem I present to you is about a woman who goes to a train station to wait for her love who never shows.

In the beginning it gives a first person description of the woman, and then later, the narrator (me) talks to you as if you are the woman. The woman goes through denial that her husband is not dead. At the end of the poem, it finishes the analogy of her denial with closure of you understanding her strong will to not believe her love's death.

The Arrival

I see you standing there
waiting for your love
In the breeze you look so fair
like the sun so high above

In your eyes, too strong to weep
to see nothing's arrived
In your heart your tears did seep
from emotion that you've thrived

Of your pain met the covered sky
as rain, began to fall from sleep
There you gave your final sigh
Then for you, nature did weep

With your back to the clouds,
you started your walk
and followed your lonely road
As your foot hit the ground, you started to talk
to the person that never showed

Every word you pressed to speak
to you he did not reply
Again of him your ears do seek
no sound to hear, but a cry
A cry that could you only hear,
to you that is so near
Can only be so far away, so far away as the sky
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5 Visitor Comments

the hurt brims to the surface but not quite spilling enough. there's a detachment which makes the reader feel like an observer.
i am like poem because it remembered me of the people who are lost and can't find the true love of christ
I loved this poem so much! It ment so much to me because i know of so many people who are left behind
Jonathan, I felt every word. It was though I were she standing there alone and listening for what was never to come. Beautiful and touching.
Well written.

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