Promenade walks, sunsets and leaning against the wall

He’s the friend other boys ask about

The ginger beard and brown eyes

Home to a smooth tone

Still,

Piercing and a deep roar of thunder is his laughter

He’s a wise man,

The sort of wisdom you dig up page by page as you feed on

Most are surprised that this is ‘just’ a friendship

Yes, love takes many forms

Friends can go for walks along the promenade

Lean against walls and speak life with the passing of time

Sunsets are for the wild at heart,

You and your sister

Me and my brother

A friend and another friend

Why

He found me on the side of the road
Washed up by the ocean tides
Hands full of sand

I felt him pick me up
Though a sack of potatoes
Yet with a lightness and ease.

I didn't know this man -
I don't know why he came.

Here I thought I'd remain unfound,
I'd hoped so
And yet here I was,
Involuntarily required to hope again
To live again,
Breath again,
To
Face IT ALL again.

He had not business saving me
"Why did he do it?" I wondered
"Why lift me up?"
"Why wash me up and let me to rest on a bed of kings?"
"Why feed me back to strength?"
"Why look me deep in the eyes and make me fall for you?"

Can you not see this how I ended up (t)here; washed up by the oceans?
I'd built up a dependency on love.