Ether I

I swear the wind this weekend could uproot this house and send it into the ether

I've been meaning to let you get on

But the reason of letting go:

It was never rightfully mine, for life, to hold

I wish the wind this weekend would uproot this house and send it into the ether

It's fair enough that you shouldn't want to see me because I wouldn't either

I shouldn't tell myself that, although it'd be nice, you should need a reason

I'll finish this this evening