Don't hold on

Your footsteps, they echo,
As you turn and walk away.
You leave me blue, black somewhere.
A tangled coil chokes on,
Flipping, moving, shaking.
A silhoutte is all I see of you,
Turning into a dot, carved deep in my eyes.
Straining for more than pinpoint,
Yearning for more than what is.
I trace the outlines of silent memories,
Remove your sight from my brown eyes.
There are no words to say,
As I pour down your cheek,
Dripping to the floor in bits of chains.