The way in which he walked away 

that time, 

with a blank stare and a smile that said something 

along the lines of 

I can go days without your voice

and I've already seen a more beautiful late afternoon... 

but do you see the birds are out 

they chirp and tweet but most of all they shout 

for you and me, 

because it's obvious, 

the sea 

in which we swim has finally

grown smaller 

than our fins and the quiet we've been keeping in 

strays, seeping from our quivering chins 

and you haven't looked as lived in 

since I realized that you'd given in

already 

the apparent mess that persists 

makes you twist and turn like cold spaghetti

limp, and just not the same, 

and just not the same.