I guess I'll miss the man. Explain it if you can. His face was far from fine. But still I'll miss his face. And wonder if he's missing mine. He never smiled enough. But though his words were gruff. I liked his shy sad glance. I never told him so. But then I never got the chance. Some men are heroes. Some men outshine the sun. Some men are simple good men. This man wasn't one. Ooh. This man--. Wasn't one. And I won't miss his moods. His gloomy solitudes. His blunt and thoughtless style (thoughtless style). But please don't get me wrong. He was the best to come along. In a long long while