182. Untitled (xxiv)

I let you slip through
my fingertips.
I let you walk away
Without much of a fight.
I saw it coming,
But I didn't want it.
I knew it would happen,
But I didn't stop it.

Now I sit here,
Hoping for your return -
Slowly wasting away.
Perhaps I could have
held you --
At least awhile longer
Until you wanted to stay.

But I didn't
And you didn't stay.
And here I am,
Alone,
Wondering why.