It’s almost funny really,
Watching your mouth fall open and then  close repetitively.
Trying to find the words,
To explain that you just don’t love me like you used to.

Your hands seem frozen by your sides,
Clenched in fists of frustration of your inability to form a sentence.
Thinking of the million ways to say goodbye.

But in the end actions speak louder than words,
And so when you leave,
I hear your words loud and clear in the deafening silence.