His footfall on my lawn

He told me go.
I want to follow.
He still says no.
“Let me go, I can’t do this again.”
He throws me to the ground.
I beg, I plead, and I catch his leg.
He kicks me off, his mind is made.
“Just let me go!” he yells to the air.
I scream “Come back, please!”, but he doesn’t care.

I am covered in dirt and on my knees.
As I lay on the ground it comes to me,
All this time I was his pawn.
And I watch his footfall (leaves) my lawn.