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Sad Excuses, Cold Watch


by Darryl Price


I'm just trying to remember what it feels like
to hear you say you miss me. All these
people talking to me don't seem to need a
heart. All that knowledge they're selling sounds just like 
warmed over wisdom to me. It's too cold for 
that kind of card game now. I don't know 
 
if I still have the heart for it. I'm  
trying to remember what it feels like to kiss 
you under a peach in the rain. All these 
people who've seen it all seem so sure of 
their mathematical truths, but are very suspicious of any
wild beauty. I don't know if my heart is 

still working for all the right reasons, or if 
I'm only to where I once started. I'm trying 
hard to remember what it feels like to believe 
you'll come back for moonlight and love. All the 
sad excuses in the world are breaking my back 
in two. It's a cold watch. I'm here trying 

to remember where I am. I think I lost 
my beat. I'm not kidding. All these people ringing
like bells in my ears don't seem to know 
my every move anymore. I can't see what I 
rely on. I'm just trying to remember because I 
don't know why I wish you could be around

with me again. I'm deeply concerned for my constellations.
All us sad people, will we ever wake up 
happy? What's that got to do with missing a 
dream? I don't know if I might need a 
cold beer or just to know how you are 
honestly doing. I'm just trying to remember how you 

said it, don't talk, in the dead of night. 
All these vibrating people telling us to forget everything,
and be still, and stop caring, turn away, did 
they ever feel consumed by red and orange flames? 
I don't know how to feel temporary about you 
forever. What a lonesome road, instead of strawberry fields.  
 

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