For years did she wait, a worthy lover
One who would caress her soul;
For the many she met and would-
Bared their conscious, elusive remained the soul.

Years in years passed by,
Promises, absurdity and the promised projection
None could keep up, the exponential expectation
Bared their reality, elusive remained the vulnerability.

In crowds of acquaintance, she searched:
Friend’s barely held hands, detached:
The mystery we seek, thrill attached:
The change we seek, comfortable no strings attached.