I had a friend who loved a girl
But dated her roommate:
We were then both in college
He lived in another state
I travelled up to his school
Without notice, on a whim:
The Friday that I got there
I could not see much of him
Because of things he had to do.
He told me with a shrug
That I could take this girl out
Who I knew he really dug
So we played tennis, she and I
Then drank at a cafe:
Then drove her white convertible
To pass the time away
And much to my surprise
Some things then happened, unforeseen:
‘Twas very late when I got back
And he was passed out, clean —
He asked me, what had happened
The next morning, with a smile:
“We played tennis — had some drinks —
Then drove around awhile…”
He looked at me, astonished
For he knew me far too well;
He heard what I had not said,
In the things I didn’t tell
And we sat there in silence
As he sadly shook his head
He wasn’t mad at me at all
But at himself instead
For he was with her roommate.
Truth is truth, and fair is fair:
But what he shared with me
He never
Ever
Meant
To share
