Mistake

"That squid is so tentacular;
An octopus with some more legs!"
You're observant.  Oh, spectacular.

As we walk down:  "The beggar begs!
The poet writes, the artist screams;
The drunkard cracks another keg."

I wish I could return to dreams,
Without your constant chatter in my ear.
Alas, I cannot escape, it seems.

How long's it been?  At least a year,
If not more; and now I've learned:
Mere talk is nothing to fear.

All those times I longed and yearned,
But now you're gone, for you I spurned.