I saw my best friend at a bus station on the way to college for enrolment. We got on the same bus, each eyeing the other as if we had met before. When we both headed for the same place I made a point of speaking to her. I was 17 then. She has been and continues to be, a wonderful friend. The song I most associate with her is ‘Tapestry’ by Carole King. She too was a product of older siblings’ taste in music. And Nancy could sing this one beautifully. So, when Twindaddy asked which song we associated with our best friend, this one seemed perfect because that’s kind of what our life has been. I like to think that we all know that friendship.
We met before we met, I’m sure
you’ve met her,
checkpoint on the road I call my living.
Encountered once, you will
not forget her,
our threads are woven closely, stitched by giving.
Like telepaths, we know when we are needed,
for friendship’s sake
we call and we are there.
One glimpse, one word was all it took
to feel it,
surprising meeting; starting with a stare.
We must have known that time
would be a stranger,
in early days when talk was fast and true.
Chosen paths mean
frequency no longer
but still our hearts are bound and so pursue
the knowing of the girl into the woman,
attributes
still held so very dear.
We met before we met, I’m sure
you’ve met her –
A friend of worth, inside, is always near.
scottishmomus 