Little Things

Some things one never gets used to
are always shockingly painful and new
the icy chill of an early spring stream
having your love put an end to your dream
Both will leave you wanting only to run
there is no gradual gentle way to do either one
nothing can prepare you for the sudden end
make you believe that the pain will ever mend
Few things will ever so completely fill your head
really make you wish  for anything else instead
the way finding your beloved pet dead  haunts you
or finding out your lover no longer wants you
They will always leave you wondering why
make you unable to  even think of what to try
You'll always believe nothing will ever erase
the void  that is now left in their place

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