It's the little things that get to you
  the very little things
    things
      held in one hand
        while young.
Fur-covered things, simple things
companion things, always present quiet things.

When one day a steadfast
  is no longer
    these little things get to you
      sneaking up, late at night,
        in your office, facing
          a window looking at
           nothing
             it gets to you.
  sudden, bursting, all at once
    you sob
      heedless to stop
        "silly thing"
  its time come like any small thing
    still ---
      for something that has comforted
        you so much
          all you wish is to be able to return
            the kindness.
But here you are,
  300 miles away,
    powerless and
      sobbing.

(such a little thing
   such a little thing
     missed now so much.)
                                             --CSA, 27-mar-2002. 12:20am.