Now for my drifted-away friend E. We went to the same schools. My family was close with her mother, who was a teacher with many creative outlets. E used to carpool to school with my family, and she’d always make me look bad by being ready to leave before I got out of bed. My dad really appreciated her, because she got all three of his daughters to hurry and get to school on time.
E had way more chores at home than I did, took on way more extracurricular activities (mostly dance classes), and had a much more practical skill set than I did (things like sewing and cooking). She played the trumpet in our high school band and was even willing to take on the role of Lumiere when I directed my friends in a play of “Beauty and the Beast”. I actually got so inspired by her example that I demanded my parents give me more chores. I wanted to be just as mature and responsible as her.
E was a wonderful friend, and it’s easier to remember that now. She basically found new friends after our first year in high school and didn’t talk to me anymore. After L (see Poem Portal #10), I think I had a different perspective on drifting friends and wrote E’s song with more finality: she’s over and this is just how it is. There is a hopeful note, but it’s mostly for the distant future.
Chorus: You were someone I knew,
Someone who knew me,
Yet when I see you now, it seems
You’re the stranger who was a friend
In the memory of a dream.
Verse: How did the mist between us come
To thicken into clouds?
Despite our flaws we had become
Friends who were allowed.
I guess now that’s no longer true;
Go your way and I’ll go mine.
Whether it helps us both or only you,
I hope it will work out this time.
Verse: When I look back on the fun that’s free
Of the strange chains which now bind,
Where resentment and uncertainty
Spent less time in our minds,
I know that I could start again
To be your friend through dark and doubt;
Without you will never be the same,
That’s what friendship’s all about.
Verse: Can’t say I know just what went wrong,
What triggered a change of heart;
I thought we’d been friends too long
For our lives to grow apart.
Estrangement filtered out with time,
Someday we’ll meet again as friends;
Whatever harm there was exchanged,
It won’t even matter then.