That smile
Oh, that cruel, cruel smile
You will never forget it
Nobody ever does

He was the melancholy writer
A quiet young man,
sitting alone in a cafe
on the corner

You loved him,
and he loved you
And for a short while,
He became the confident writer

But you ended it
And now,
He writes of you
Day and night

Cruel, cruel things
Just like that
terribly
cruel Smile