S.G. and the end of school

I heard you sing in the choir.
You were 17, thin, intelligent, lovely.
You had a beautiful voice, the kind girls should be jealous of.
We would spend time together every other morning,
you and I.
Others were there, but went unseen.
You became more distant---, more distant.
You were special, but I never told you.
Would it have mattered?
We grew apart and you became ever more distant---.
And one day everything ended and our ways were parted.
Was life kind to you where you were taken?
Did you lift yourself up, beyond all expectations?
... or were you crushed beneath the tides of chaos and unexpectedness which life carries so faithfully with itself.
Where are you now and do you still remember?