Oh how he smiles.
I used to smile like that,
When I was with you.
I don’t smile so much any more,
Or grin or laugh,
I find it does not suit me.
Instead, I frown,
I grimace and scowl.
Smiling does not become me anymore.
I smiled so often with you,
And now without you,
I’m not sure I remember what to do
To drag my face into a smile.
But you are with him now,
And, oh, how he smiles.
I wonder if before long
He’ll be frowning too.
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