Falling In

Pain follows us like a lonely dog,
Drifting in and out of our conversations like a breeze.

It is always waiting around the corner,
Jumping out just when we thought we were free.

I want a resolution, a final note,
Not this continuous work of climbing out of one hole-

Just to fall into another.
But like a familiar pot hole in the road:

I always expect it and I never see it coming.