Wither

Lament anew now, heart and soul,

For she hath found another,

And left ye but to pine away,

For she wished…not to bother—

Instead she didst,

But cast ye aside,

Treat thee…as though ye were fodder,

To be of use…but for a time,

For she hath found…another—

So lament anew…heart and soul,

For thou hast lost…a lover,

Tha left ye but to pine away,

And…with time…but wither.