Shane Delaney

Rookie (03/13/1972 / Tarrytown, NY)

Phone Call - Poem by Shane Delaney

I sit await your call
The call that always seems to never come
But I sit and wait wondering if you’re going to call
Why wouldn't you call?
Is there something wrong are you hurt?
She is my love I think I would know
Minute by minute hour by hour
What's going on I need to know
I hope all is ok with her
All I can do is sit and wait

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 2, 2009

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