My Visit Poem by Edwina Reizer

I shall visit where you were
when love burned as bright as a star.
And when I kneel at the alter of love
I'll remember from afar
and unfinished love we couldn't fulfill
for the curse of sickness made you ill.

I was left with only your words
and the sounds of all the birds
that echoed inside my ears.
Silent mourning became my plight
in all my remaining years.

Your love sonnets and letters to me
helped me to continue.
They gave me a purpose for living
just to remember you.
So Mr. Keats, my enchanted one,
I visit your resting place
as many others have done.
But the difference in their visits from mine
is my trip was by design.
This I truly believe.