Two years have passed,
Since that fateful day,
When I met you,
And you met me.
Others knew you better,
They said you were wonderful.
Caring, kind, funny,
An inspiration to all.
I instantly agreed with them,
You were all these things,
But most importantly,
You were my coach.
Whenever I struggled,
You were there to help me up.
Showing me what I was doing wrong,
And helping me fix my mistakes.
I thought we had a special friendship,
I thought we would always be pals,
When shit was being said about you,
I was there to take the stand.
I always thought of you,
As a strong and tough warrior,
One who would never back down,
Always fight until he won.
Too many months have passed,
Since we last spoken,
It aches my very heart to think,
That you possibly are mad at me.
Did I do anything wrong?
Did I hurt you in some way?
Will I ever know the answer,
To why you're not speaking to me?