It's the Little Things

It's the little things I miss Shoes at the foot of the bed Clumsily I'd trip Right where you left them There they stayed Little things Unnoticed day to day Reading glasses to be moved When I dust Rare if ever You picked them up Newspapers everywhere Never read them Piled in corners there No time or care To pick one up now A cross to bear Sick with fever Still upon my bed Will you go get me...? Oh yes, you can't, your dead It's the little things How you'd read to me Your monotone so boring I'm fast asleep Take out the trash Mow the yard Massage my neck Fix the car Little things I miss Still echo in my heart Identical eyes His Daddy's son Messy and loud Genuine fun Here he lays Sick today His snore As violent as yours Little things I miss Ones I never Thought I would Unexpected waterfalls Emotions time withstood No longer am I sore undone Or keep vigil by silent dust I must complete your unfinished task A solitary one they trust Do you miss The dance of my words An eternal lonely Whimsical hurt It's the little things The day to day Just for a moment Your memory gave way Replacing the smile They need to see Live the illusion It's only a dream