Slip of the Tongue

Just a slip of the tongue,

a misused word, my whole world

tumbled, your love swiftly flew;

my rock turned to sand,

love is so absurd,

unlike the written word

of poets old and new.

Change came so fast,

my dreams collapsed so soon,

I’ll never plan ahead again

nor dream, such dreams I had

for us and that big smiling moon,

that smile faded now,

don’t see it half as much.

So rest it must, that ghost

of yesterday, never to shadow

me again, to taunt nor please,

gone with the wind,

it was not meant to stay,

leaving me dead

without a hint of breeze.

I feel no pain, just numbness

through and through,

my heart a vacuum, my soul so blue.

~Esmond Jones~