Miss You

Time stopped, you know?
When you walked off my ball game
No letter, or e-mails could mend the fact
That you were gone

From that point on, time drifted
I never chose to fly along with it
I just sat
Smack dab in the middle
Where you broke my knowledge of friendship
With a sword, a glare and scripture in hand
A Lesson chanted from earlier days

Oh you taught me many things
In hard funny, exceptional ways
That I sometimes took for granted
Or took too much to heart
Still, the buried patched of my interior
Bent in twisted pain for you