He Calls
And now
at last,
he calls
in tears
in fear
in
dread
instead
of having
loved me then.
He calls me now
in pain
in grief
in guilt
with endless
sorrow
for the old
cruelties
He once enjoyed
so much.
I remember...
and now
I answer him
with caution
with a sigh
a
distant something
in my eye
not quite a tear
no longer love
almost
anger
but
not
quite
hate
Too late...
he asks
if I will see him
and I
answer
cowardly,
vague,
muttering
"don't think I can"
to
this
pitiful
not quite
too late,
guilty
man.