"I can't let you go." I had said as I crawled into bed
Static rang in the background of the phone lines
There was wind outside my window

"Aw, darling, you don't ever have to." he replied, as I sat there and cried
The wind picked up and the static got worse
A tree was crackling somewhere in the distance

"I love you a whole lot." I whispered as he only snickered
A leaf or five brushed through the pool of light from my room
His breathing cut out for a minute or two

"I have to leave." he claimed as I lay there ashamed
The wind whistled around the corner of the house
That tree crashed to the ground in a flutter of branches and nests

I hung up.