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I was a certainly single guy.

She became a lover.

And then my mistress.

And a friend.

She was soon my Partner,

my Lover, my Mistress and my Friend.

The love was fractured;

and with that went the Lover,

the Mistress,

and eventually Partner too.

I contented with the friend.

Yes, I contented with the friend.

Alas without the Lover and the Mistress the friendship could not survive,

and because of it equally it was doomed.

That is certainly the loss I mourn by the greatest measure.

My greatest friend.

◄ Kind? Not my kind; unkind

Suspicions confirmed ►

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Christopher Dawson

Tue 20th Mar 2012 21:34

Thanks Lynn, glad you appreciated. I'm not happy with it, but it's done now.

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Lynn Dye

Mon 19th Mar 2012 22:00

I found this very touching, so sad when love dies, but to lose your greatest friend too... Well written.

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