The Lovely Tone

And the hardest part of life, Is realizing not everyone feels the same.

I often wonder why somethings make us smile.

Why some people make our hearts beat a little bit faster.

What prompts that tear to trickle down from our eye,

When we're trying to be so strong for everyone else.

I wonder why sometimes your head hits the pillow and your mind starts to dream,

Yet others you lie awake missing those you can no longer hold.

I wonder why some people endure such little pain,

Yet the pain they endure seems never ending.

Or how those who suffer loss after loss,

Still walk with their head held high.

Why does the mirror never reflect the image we want to see?

Why can we just not accept the developed photograph.

How does one touch make us weak at the knees,

Yet one glare can freeze us like stone.

Why some people in our lives never serve a purpose but to realize we don't need them.

While others only make us wonder how we ever lived without them.

I will never understand many of life's little lessons.

Why the pain never goes away,

Or why a look from you can make it seem non existent.

I wonder why i can still get up and everyday and find something new to be happy about

I find that my mind wanders.

I wonder what you would say when I told you my heart has been stolen.

I wonder what you would say when i tell you I don't know what to do about next year.

I wonder what you would say when I told you, I have no one to talk too anymore.

I wonder what it feels like to not be here anymore.

I wonder if God was letting me know you were going to be leaving when I asked you this,

This the question that troubles me most.

I wonder if your "i know where i'm going but I don't know melissa, i don't know how it would feel" response, was a way of god getting your heart prepared.

Mine still wasn't prepared to lose you.

But with each passing day, And each passing breath,

Each smile i share with world, and every thought I confess,

I'll keep you close to my heart, and never forget your pain is at rest.

"I was slipping away, that's what it felt like, life was leaving me, but I wasn't afraid; then I remembered: "There was something I was meant to do; somewhere I was meant to be.""

-The lovely Bones