I don\'t deserve to be sad
My life isn\'t filled with hardship
I didn\'t feel my uncle\'s hot stubble
Rough on my neck,
Nor the cool taste of his menthol cigarettes
I haven\'t gone without food,
And had hunger itch my eyes
Like the uncertainty of the first bite
Of frost in the fall air
I don\'t miss my bills
Work is over but debt is around forever
And laboring under the crack of its rawhide
Is something I can\'t say I recall
I don\'t listen to sad music anymore
Remind myself of the pain of these things with each verse
Losing myself in thorned crosses
And cigar burns
I remember being younger than everyone
With a birthday in May
And the taste of cherry wood scorching my tongue
I don\'t deserve to be sad
So why does it feel like the ghost of a lover,
Lost in translation,
Caresses it\'s muted hand across my transported mind
And that memory of shallow breaths
Is one I will hold forever
Because it was something I earned
But did not deserve