Like...I’ve got a friend from high school
Whom I love so very dearly. She’ll spend hours on the telephone To help me see solutions clearly. We met many, many moons ago When we were just kids And I could reminisce for hours About all the things we did. Like egg and cress in Crickhowell That would rattle the bench. First I laughed until I cried Then I cried because of the stench. Like candle making and a sleeping bag The time we were locked out. What a great night with Cleo, Yep, a really great night, no doubt. Like dancing down the Aber Hotel Where I had my first proper kiss And where mum told me not to go home Because I was so horrendously pissed. Like falling out of her car When we were on our way to Brecon “Jesus Christ! Where does it come from?” Can’t have forgotten it, I reckon. Like bits of jelly plastered All over Jason Donovan’s face A midnight feat gone awry And how much we thought he looked like Jake. Like exercise bikes, tents and hay barns Shhhhhh! I promise I won’t tell. It’s such a fantastic feeling Isn’t it, when someone knows you so well? Like all the times she told me Things I may not have wanted to hear. Being honest for my own good Despite my reaction, despite that fear. Like driving down to Cardiff When I called unable to speak Then whisking me away to her flat And looking after me for a week. Like falling asleep in the sun Bubbling blisters on her back The water that sprang to her eyes After I forget and gave them a whack. Like a bottle of tomato sauce She thought was aimed at me But backfired and covered her instead Such a sight to see! Like visiting me when I was Stuck in hospital for that month Euthanasia? Surgery? Stem cells? Her being there meant so much. Like moonlit raids in gravel Bushes where we smoked our cigarettes Then giving up and just knocking Better that, to hedge our bets! Like soppy poems we’d spray with perfume From testers in Superdrug Before choosing handmade envelopes And posting them to the boys we loved. Like her sitting down and trying To teach me trigonometry. No matter how many times she did that I couldn’t get it, couldn’t see. Like stealing clothes at lunchtime From the lads in the river taking a swim Never mind the trouble it could’ve led to Just acting on a whim. Like that box of rotten eggs We had to pour down the drain I swear to god my sense of smell Has never been quite the same. Like driving down to Wales And cooking for the weekend Never mind that she was the guest A mark of a true friend. Like a million things gone from my mind Forgotten more than I can recall There may have been downs but there’ve been more ups For the most part, we’ve had a ball. Yeah, I’ve got a friend from high school And this is for her, you see Because without my friend from high school I don’t quite feel like me. |