You stopped me mid-sentence
I tripped over my words
No time for pretense
No time for the early bird
You saw through my silence
You filled it in
Never one to sit quietly
Always butting right in
But over all that
You have my respect
Not really sure why
Now I come to think of it
You’re the shrew, the rat
The bad apple I couldn’t lose
But I never wanted to
Never wanted to
I have time for people
You’re no longer one of them
We had good times
Now it’s setting in
The most elusive of selves
You’re never around
I just keep waiting
Keep being the clown