A speck of snow on my shoulder

You know that pang of emptiness you feel when things change? It's hard for me to close myself off to the fact instantly, I'm unable to operate like that, and I'd hate to.  It's as if to say what used to be wasn't really important to you in the first place, in other words to grieve is always going to be necessary.  But what I'm feeling isn't hopelessness; no faith is lost here. It's simply just loss, a loss.