Another story

My phone rang one day. I picked up and heard a
perfectly real voice say, “Is Robert there?” I paused.
I needed time to gather myself. Falling in love can
be disorienting. “Is Robert there?” she said again.
With great pain, and after another uncomfortable
pause, I said, “I’m afraid you have the wrong
number.” And just like that she was gone..

She’s out there somewhere... I can always dream.

(from the Libretto to Why Birds Fly for the song 'Wrong Number ')