Letting Go, Holding On

Let yourself go, I’m so sorry,
let your fingers roam, I’ll return in a hurry.
Volunteering my heart with a whispered vow,
I love you still—yet wish I could disavow.

Wishing I hated you, wishing I could forget,
but here I am, tangled in the same old net.
Where do you go, my lovely, my dear?
You leave without a word, and I’m left here.

Will I wonder? Every night, every day,
chasing shadows, hoping you’ll stay.
Nothing else to lose, nothing left to find,
I’m closer to where I started, but losing my mind.

Empty clothes clutter the floor,
remnants of a love that’s not here anymore.
Yet still, I grasp for the ghost of your touch,
aching for what was never enough.

Tell me, my lovely, is it too late?
Should I let you go, or fight against fate?
For in this void, where hope fades slow,
I keep holding on, but maybe it’s time to let go.