Alone in a parking garage,      
A wife turns to a man and she says,    
She says; Henry I don’t feel the same as before,
and I don’t think I love you anymore.

He turns to her and he says;     
Love, what put these thoughts in your head?
Guess I’ve always been distant,
I’ve always known,
I just don’t want to be alone.

She says the fire that burns inside,
For years has been running dry,
But I don’t want to argue,
I don’t want to cry,
And I don’t want to live in a lie.

He says, Helen I don’t understand,
If I put my hand on your hand,   
I don’t feel your skin,
I feel your soul,
And I don’t think I can let it go.
Oh I just can’t let you go.
Because; Helen we’re like a tree.
You’re the roots, and I’m the leaves.
You could go on, grow bigger and strong,
But this season’s the death of me.
You could go on, go bigger and strong,
But I’m falling just like the leaves.

-“The Leaves” by Ancient Cat Society