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.

This is my first entry into the world of poetry after writing short fiction and newspaper articles. It was written as a homecoming gift for my girlfriend, who was coming home from the hospital after major surgery. Writing this helped with my fear about her situation and with how much I missed her.

Playing Guinevere and Lancelot with a poet on the Internet inspired me to write these sonnets. The muse was just "hanging" in the air and made me wonder how Guinevere and Lancelot may have expressed themselves towards each other, stealing a kiss or a secret touch, longing for the impossible.