Ask her to stay

Ask her to stay.

That’s what he said.
They all said.
Everyone.

She left.

Because I would not,
Ask her to stay.

See,
It’s like this.

I wanted her here,
With me,
Forever.

I told her that,
Repeatedly.

I loved her,
Always will,
Forever.

I told her that,
Every
Day.

I needed her,
Still do,
Not sure,
I can live without her.

I told her that,
Face to face,
In writing,
Even,
In song.

But ask her to stay?

No,
Couldn’t do it.

It is the same as,
Expecting her,
To ask,
To stay.

Our being together,
Was voluntary,
For both of us.

That we made,
That commitment,
Individually,
Independently,
In our souls,
Was the glue,
That held us together.

If I ask,
Then the power,
Holding us together is from me,
And requires little of her.

Just as her,
Asking to stay,
Would center,
Our binding,
Within her.

The strongest relationships,
Are mutually bound.

I wanted her to stay,
Because she wanted to stay,
Not because I ask,
Begged,
Pleaded,
Cried,
Whined,
Whimpered.

It is as simple as that.

And,
Today,
I remain,
A fool,
And
Alone.