I still want to 

let go of you,

but I must wait until

the tide is low enough.

Day by day the feeling fades

and I am left clinging to bones of you.

Every hair reminiscent of an indecision,

trying to make it right,

correct your mistakes,

not mine.

I am falling apart, and 

you are holding on to threads now.

Hold on tighter before

I unravel.

I may only hope

to see you

in another lifetime 

where you’ll come to me whole

with hands strong enough 

to hold me close.