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Call To Me

by Jersey D Gibson

Whenever I'm alone at night,
I think I hear you call my name.
Like prose for pickles, left alone,
left behind for granted.

Whenever I walk this lonely path,
I can hear your voice on the breeze.
The wind tugs on my coat and jeans,
carrying me forever deeper.

The sun sets on a single night,
I sit in my room waiting for your call.
The minutes creep like hours now,
how much longer will I be there?

10/26/2007

Posted on 10/26/2007
Copyright © 2025 Jersey D Gibson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/09/09 at 01:35 AM

Loneliness and longing are empahtically implied in this heart tugging poem.

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