Taking him

Does that mean you won't be coming?

She trembled
Into the phone
In her un-gloved, unloved hand;
Verging on tears,
Standing there, leaning
Against the tiled wall;

I feel let down
Yet again;
Take your cell and go to hell,
She said
Very quietly;

But what she felt right then
Was complete desolation;
Not anger:
Wishing
The world would go away;

Taking him with it.