He’s the friend other boys ask about
The ginger beard and brown eyes
Home to a smooth tone
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
