My friend slept with the enemy, he crawled inside, giving her false hope.
When he was done he curled up on the floor, cried in his own shame, he felt disgusted.
He felt weak and alone, cold and broken, and she played with his emotions.
When she believed she had won, he ran away, into the arms of his family.
So she turned around and took his gold.
He now spends his days trying to make himself forget, to force time backwards.
He wished he could have locked his gold away, kept it safe, protected it from her lies. He wished he’d never shown her where it lived.
Now he clings onto small traces she has left behind.