Fallen From Grace

Missing you isn't something I enjoy,
Though I can't seem to stop.
I try to say your just a boy,
But one that no one can top.

You were a big part of my life,
Now your gone & we don't talk.
What about in good time & strife,
I guess that was just a big crock.

No one was gonna take my place,
I thought I was your Best Friend.
Have I fallen from grace?
If so, then that I did not intend.

I thought it was gonna work out,
How wrong I was I would soon learn.
Is there a different way we could've gone about?
Cause we took a wrong turn.

Go back to seven months ago,
could hangout under August sun?
Do it right & take it slow,
or maybe wish this never had just begun?