Wrong Number
And once again I whisper, "Wrong number."
Twisting the cold cord around my finger,
Sitting there, as cool as a cucumber
Still knowing why I will always linger
It's you, it's you, I know that haunting voice
Somewhere on the other end of the line,
I'm listening, as if I had a choice ...
To the same ghost in this tired ear of mine
You're truly making a long distance call
And just who's to argue, when it's your dime,
Ringing my old number, to tell me all ...
Showing up yet again on borrowed time
While my teary eyes close, nearing slumber
And once again I whisper, "Wrong number."
Copyright © Kelly Deschler | Year Posted 2022
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