Wrong Number - Poem by Les Derbyshire
The phone rang early this morning.
I ran to answer it,
Still wet from the shower.
As soon as I picked up, I knew;
She was calling someone else.
I tried to tell her:
But she wasn't listening,
She must speak those words she'd been rehearsing,
Empty herself of what she had to say.
I ceased to hear,
My numbed brain refused to understand,
But my heart knew
That when she said goodbye
I would never see her again.
© Les Derbyshire April 2009
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