Hello....

I strode down the aisle,
With distress in the air,
Well at last, I did it,
I felt I had to care.

Decide I had to,
And so , I did
To call her up,
And say then what fit.

I swept to a phone,
With thoughts racing about,
Finally I had the courage,
To give my speech ,fault without.

It tensed up my nerves,
The blood shooting up to my eyes,
My palms going moist,
And fingers fluttering like flies.

What I wanted to relate,
Was something  I should have said,
And things which, unfortunately ,
Till now I hid.

Then pushed I the numbers,
Eight long and miserably few,
Maybe it was a mistake,
Too silly yet crucial to do.

I floated into my speech,
Passioned and poisoned,
With all the warm words,
For many I breath spent.

But then her reply,
Just broke my heart.
But wait! I didnt mean to,
As it was my ego which did part.

I felt embarrassed,
I felt like dying,
I apologized with my heart,
And hung up sighing.

Maybe I hasted,
In talking to her,
I should’ve checked myself,
Than blabbering on the spur.

Well my pride did hurt,
And guilt filled my eyes,
I felt like sinking into the earth,
Like a plant that withers dies.

May I shouldn’t be so hurt,
And let my soul flutter,
Cause all she said was,
“SORRY, WRONG NUMBER”