Scrabble from Facepalm by Bishopston Hardware

When we were young
We were as close as could be
With twelve years between us.
You still noticed me.
Even when we grew
And went our separate ways,
We'd still meet for football
In our single days.
It'd be good to talk.
Ask you how you feel about the life you've led.
Or ask you want you think about my life instead.
Or talk about our parents 'cos we never did
Except that time I asked about dad
And you shouted at me.
I said something bad,
But I don't know what,
Because in recent times
We don't speak so much.
We lead our separate lives.
It's funny though,
How we communicate
On a Scrabble board
With words that don't relate (in any conscious way)
To what we think or how we feel; our hopes and fears.
But in their whispered subtext, meaning's loud and clear.
Friends will come and go but there's a bond we share.
Don't let's lose touch
When mum is gone.
I'll forfeit my turn
If we carry on.

• Alternative
• ambient
• experimental
• instrumental guitar
• post-rock
• prog
• Bristol