You always thought
     the world wasn't fair;
                 That happiness came only
                      to the gullible.

I know it annoyed you
        when I knew exactly how
                          to make you laugh.

You couldn't stand it
         when I'd amuse you
                          so I might see the smile
                    that you so badly
                                     wanted to hide.

But that tired eyed
pessimist that
I once knew
                   seems to have found
                                  something more important,
                    something new.

And now that you're gone,
           It's like I have
chapped lips.

It hurts when I grin
           So I adopted
your scowl.

But if you were wrong,
        and the world can be fair;
              since I've got your frown,

I hope you've got my smile.