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Losing Touch with Old Loves and Old Friends

Lucinda captures a certain grief in the fading of old relationships with her song “Out of Touch.”

Once in awhile we might pass on the street
We nod we smile and we shuffle our feet
Making small talk standing face to face
Hands in our pockets cause we feel so out of place

This simple song reveals the uncomfortable feelings of relationships that have lost the reciprocity of life. No more shared stories, no more share love, no more shared pain. There is a fading past but no hope of a shared future. Lucinda describes minor details of a meeting between two people who once knew each other to magnify the sense of loss.

Our paths may cross again in some crowded bar
We feel a little lost cause we’ve drifted away so far
Hoping to find the right words to say
We joke a little and then go on our way

The uncomfortable laughter covers our loss. Without the living memories of shared life there simply isn’t much to say. And so,

We speak in past tense and talk about the weather
Half broken sentences we try to piece together

Even the pain of physical death and suicide becomes simply information submerged beneath this cry out into the emptiness of lost love.

I ask about an old friend that we both used to know
You said you heard he took his life about five years ago

As she utters the final lines, I feel the ache of loss inside. I am made aware of friends that I once dreamed beside who have become simply another person in another car going to another place.

We may pass each other on the interstate
We honk and cross over to the other lane
Everybody’s going somewhere everybody’s inside
Hundreds of cars hundreds of private lives
We are so out of touch yeah

And as I grieve the lost relationships from yesterday, I ache for restoration and world where love never fades.

Categories: friendship, love, Music
  1. March 22, 2008 at 2:30 pm

    We sacrifice quiet, boring afternoons watching a fishing line bob in the water, patient listening of stories, and stillness of a napping babe for the opportunity of an American dream. We will easily uproot our lives over and over again for the hope of a promotion. In turn, we are left as aliens in the land we roam.

    We hear the stories of the elders “if I had it to do over again…” And we vow to be more involved…tomorrow.

  2. March 22, 2008 at 4:07 pm

    yes. To continue your fishing metaphor down a different stream – I am realizing more and more the call to let go of spending my life in search of the “big fish” and to enjoy the moderate (no bragging rights) fish around me.

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