dirge in A minor (a la ’60s Folk Music)

Well, how are you faring, my stranger?

Yes, how are you getting along?

It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken,

a sad melody for a song.

So, how has it been, being without me?

Has life dealt you many a wrong?

Has she, your new love, been good to you?

A sad turn of things for a song.

Yes, how have you been, my dear husband?

You still bring a tear to my eyes.

Not long will you remain my husband.

The song hears the dove as she cries.

So, how has it been, being married?

And did I make you a fine wife?

Now do you regret being married?

Has marriage affected your life?

And will you remember the moment,

the hour we exchanged both our lies?

Will we each remember our sadness?

No joy in this song, the dove cries.

The joy that we sought, have you found it?

The joy to last our whole lives long?

Did I make you happy, my lost one?

a sad memory for a song.

Was I such a horrible lover?

Did I bring you nothing but strife?

I shudder to think of the severance,

the cutting, the sharpness, the knife.

You’ll never again long to hold me,

admit that your love is still strong.

The path you have chosen lies elsewhere,

a sad eulogy for a song.