Until I’m Told

I wonder can I be a friend,
With one whose will has mine replaced?
I guess the answer will depend,
On just what best will suit your taste.

So I will wait until I’m told
Just what it is I am to be.
Possession? Friend? Neither? Two-fold?
I know that it’s not up to me.

It is a complicated thing
I find I have embarked upon,
Where collar substitutes for ring,
And old conventions now are gone.

I guess I will just have to wait,
Until you tell me what’s my fate.