A Phone Call

Beep beep, my phone rang

It brought a wrinkle on my face

What if this was a call to tell me

That someone was out of life's race? 

I thought and thought

Do they want to tell me about their excruciating pain? 

Or about their thousands of losses

Or perhaps could it even be a gain? 

I was completely overwrought

Because with the confusion I was blown, 

Yet with a gulping sound

I swiped green on my phone. 

Had someone met an accident

Or had someone fallen into an everlasting slumber? I was still thinking

The person spoke softly

And guess what, I realized it was a wrong number.