Please excuse me while
I try a small smile;
while I hold back cries
as the late light dies.
Please excuse me while
I sift through the pile
and put you in place,
my happy-sad face.
Please excuse me for
a moment, to draw
breath against the breeze
that makes my lungs freeze.
I can't make you see
so please, excuse me.
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