Caller

Caller

“It’s
Only
Me,”
Said
The
Voice
At
The
Door,
Then
Nothing
More.
Who
Could 
It
Be?
Through
The
Peep
Hole,
No
One
Can
I see.
Anguish,
Maybe?
Guilt,
Regret?
Some
Thing
I wanted
To
Forget?
I’m
Imperfect
And
Impure,
But 
How 
Much
Of
The
Past
Can
One
Endure?
I’ll
Take
No
More!
And
At
Last,
I open
The
Door.