Sonnet

You came to me in tears that day,
Your skin sodden, a crumpled sheet,
Back then I scarce knew what to say
In haste, a friend I did delete.
You told me you had fallen for
My own, my heart’s most cherished treasure,
And thief-like out from me you tore
Him, broke in, broke me to suit your pleasure.
But though you stole that boy of mine,
Twas not for him that I did mourn,
My love for you did far outshine
That heady haze of love’s first dawn.
So dear lover besotted, remember this cue;
Discard not your friends, they’re the best part of you.