A breath across her neck to no avail
A touch down her spine with no reply
A meeting of lips brings her no satisfaction
They forever try and fail.
A promise of trust continually lies broken
A listening ear often tuned out
A sense of humour lies forever in waste
They forever disappoint expecting love in return.
A meeting of chance a random encounter,
A common bond of differential attitude
A shared maturity that spans forever,
Perhaps Truth was found among the boars at last
A brush of hands with goosebump results
A touch to her back with a smile returned
A tangle of hair as fingers strike their target
Perhaps affection born of friendship
Perhaps Love born of Chance
Perhaps this is what the boars could not offer
Perhaps this is what she wanted
A perfectly imperfect friend
