sour

s/he sees a difference

emerging

(wants to explain but

doesn’t feel s/he can ask

questions, wants to

understand but knows

there are no answers to be

had without asking said

questions),

after the intimacy has

ushered its way in,

after the emotions have

achieved their hilt,

after the ball has begun to

roll down the other side of

the hill---

for said thing that had been

happening, whatever it was,

however it could’ve been

classified,

has begun to go sour,

curdling like milk,

making the whole room

smell foul &

heightening the tension at a

rate quicker than that of the

ensuing depression to come &

sweetness will not follow,

no matter how many lullabies

s/he sings him/herself

alone in the dark.