it's the wrong number again

it's the wrong number

again,

they've been calling all night.

someone

wants to talk to Sylvia.

i tell them she's busy.

she's putting a cake in

the oven,

she's putting the kids to bed.

she's making

a good home here

for the both of us.

they insist that i put her

on the line.

it's urgent they say.

they ask who i am.

what my relationship

is to Sylvia.

i tell them that she's the love

of my life.

the mother of my children,

my wife.

please, they beg, put her

on the phone.

it's important very very

important.

okay, okay, i tell them,

finally giving in. 

so i call out her name

into the empty house,

down the corridors, into

the darkened rooms,

i call out her name,

Oh Sylvia, Sylivia,

it's for you, but there's

no answer.

eventually they'll hang up.