On Going Reflective Poem by chris dawson

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.