Who's There

Who whispers to me from behind my door? If it's you my dear then please do talk talk. I'll listen and think, I will pace this floor, More steps, small steps, more steps to walk. My mind is old, long gone is my quick wit, But my ear is true, I do tell you so. I will listen and think, now I must sit, Still straining to hear what I cannot know. I’m nervous, I fidget, what must it be? Relentless the scratch that tugs at my ear What words might they be that hold onto me? I try, I listen, who causes such fear? Committed, destined to days like before, Ever to listen behind my closed door.