Dwayne Earle Gordon

40 Hours - Poem by Dwayne Earle Gordon

It’s now thirty six hours since you’re gone, seems like one year
I call, you don’t answer; tell me, you don’t care?
I wonder what’s taken place that’s so important.
You don’t answer, you don’t call, and you think this a joke
Never knew that love was this strong, now I’m floating like a boat
Can’t do nothing but have a drink, until you get back
So I ran to the store there on the corner and got myself three six packs
Please give me a call baby; I don’t know what to do
If I turn right or left, I’m nothing without you
All I could now is walk around with my hands on my head as if I’m crazy
When I finally get you on the phone, all you do is piss me off

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 16, 2008

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