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.