You'll keep what you hold on to

To others, he cried
for fear he was loosing her.
To her, he shoved
leaving her no room to stay.
A man was loved
beyond what most ever know.
A man now alone,
swaddled in prophecy self-fulfilled.
A woman’s throat is left worn
from professing love unheard;
From holding on,
in sympathy and threadbare hope
as he abandoned her
every day, a year, to cling instead
   to his distrust.