back of the block

back of the block

A Poem by Sarah McKeever Hitt

The call has been made

I will be incomplete until

I get it my way.

I am taking this step by step

hoping that I may find you tonight.

You don't need to play any more games with me

Not while we dance dirty in the summertime.

Keep the lights on

and I will love you forever

I don't care what you call it,

Just as long as we try it again.

© 2011 Sarah McKeever Hitt


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Sarah McKeever Hitt
Sarah McKeever Hitt

Chicago, IL



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