not letting go

the man kept wringing.
the last few droplets fell
and only moisture remained.
but the man kept wringing.

his hands were white now,
veins popping out an inch.
beads of sweat fell from his brow
he kept wringing long past normalcy.

she begged him to stop,
this man she once loved.
but he was unrelenting
and simply would not let go.

he kept wringing the heart,
eventually risking a tear.
he let go of the shriveled thing,
watched it beat once, and left.