Of course you’d favor her,
her smile, her hair, her glance.
Of course you’d never see right past,
never give me a chance.
Of course you’d shy away,
anybody would.
Of course you’d see the ugly,
and never see the good.
Of course I’d be upset.
wallowing in tears.
Of course I’d miss your smile,
because you’re no longer here.
Of course I’d hide away,
anybody would.
But I still can’t find the ugly,
hiding behind the good.