Merman

Every night, the same device
made for coping, mad about nothing
because I'm the only one.
The ship has sailed,
and you were left behind.
But the life you made,
well, its the life you would have chosen, anyway.
That's the way you make things look.
Effortless, like they were always meant to be.
Life stretched in the sea,
kept like kelp beneath.
And you were so aquatic,
your thoughts were so nautical
your touch is so marine.