She hurriedly walked toward the sound of the phone
and listened in silence to his warm, friendly tone.
“Do you know who I am?” he asked in hope.
“No,” she replied, as she dangled the rope.
“It’s Larry.” he said, but no brilliant light shone.
She wracked her brain for sure recognition.
“Larry Who?” she queried, for greater cognition.
His answer further confounded the matter,
and hers to him continued to shatter
his hopes, his hard-won, calling decision.
He was embarrassed. She was amused.
With serious intent, with joy enthused,
his confidence up, he’d finally called.
His high ambitions were abruptly stalled!
Neither knew the other. They’d both been used.
He’d dialed the wrong number and called the wrong girl.
Words meant to endear him, cheered him, but went aswirl.
So certain she’d know him and sweetly rejoice,
in nostalgic patience he gave his hopes voice.
Her voice, so familiar. Hopes dashed! Not his pearl.
birthed from a real-life incident
Resurrection Cross Rose 