What happened?
I don't know, but I don't like it.
The problem is sly; like carbon monoxide,
Undetectable, like it isn't even there.
But I can sense,
That something is wrong.
The problem is, this time,
I don't know how to fix it.
We act like nothing is wrong,
Going about our (not-even-close-to-what-we-were) normal conversations,
And acting like we haven't changed.
But everything is subpar,
And we can try and talk about it,
And then everything with, "I'm glad we talked about this."
But the tides of time keep pulling us out:
I hope we don't sink.