! ! ! ! The Visit Poem by Twisted Strange

I think I might visit
She thought,
Not knowing what it meant
Not knowing if she'd get caught
Others might judge,
She knew this could go wrong
She felt obligated
Knowing she'd be weak though faking strong.
She drove,
A bag in her hand,
Filled with pictures, a ring, tissues and things.
She'd never know if he could understand.
The room is dark,
A cold atmosphere fills the air
A see through wall separates them
She can't believe she's there.
Memories flood her mind,
As she stumbles to the seat,
Trying to walk towards him,
On her forehead she feels heat.
Tears fill her eyes,
He sits right there.
Blank looks cover their faces,
They sit across from each other in their chairs.