Just a little strange it was

She and I were friends or so it seemed.

She on the one side I on the other

We sat there unaware we shared the same lover.

On the left I held his hand.

On the right she sat holding the hand

of the same man.

My friend and I

oblivious to each other

Sat there caressing

and loving our lover.

He in the middle amused at such a pickle.

He held my hand while he held hers

Laughing inside at the ignorance we shared.

He was my first

My love did nothing to slake his thirst.

To make matters worse

he may have been her first.

Laugh though he might

We would be his last

Our ignorance would pass.

His greed would be rewarded fast.