For we know it is with relief
That such a woman would eventually sigh
Rather than cry
When he thankfully said goodbye
For whether or not
He let her down and told her a lie
The waste of her precious time
Would one day have to come to a stop
Whilst he ran around and deserted her
The question is not how did she feel
Nor how much did he hurt her
But of her time, blood, sweat and tears,
Exactly how much did the Mr. Steal ?