Mid-February sonnet: "real life"

My sonnet for mid-February or so (remember, it's a leap year), is entitled "real life".


real life


Did you believe at any time that he
would be so much akin to you?  You dwelt
quite close in childhood -- your anatomy
in strength and size and sport could surely melt
without a separation; then you made
a choice to help him as a basic friend,
not knowing when connections bound would fade
and when the parallels you shared would end.
But they did end, until we merged again,
and I discovered how he'd spent his life -- 
his luck was more than mine, his fortune when
inherited profound, and plus his wife
was lithe and beauteous, and even more
she was a woman I had loved before.