But They...

MY ARMS MAY APPEAR LIKE YOURS BUT THEY:
     - hurt from being empty
     - hurt from the weight of pushing myself out of bed this morning

MY EYES MAY APPEAR LIKE YOURS BUT THEY:
     - are tired from anxiously scanning every setting for possible triggers
     - are tired from constantly refocusing my attention between daydreams of what could of been and
       flashbacks of what did really happen

MY HANDS MAY APPEAR LIKE YOURS BUT THEY:
     - ache for the chance to tie his shoes, touch his hair and hold his tiny hand again
     - ache from always trying to grasp what isn’t there

MY LIPS MAY APPEAR LIKE YOURS BUT THEY:
     - are quivering as I hold back the many things I want you to know but I am too tired to explain
     - are quivering as I force a smile to hide behind
   
MY EARS MAY APPEAR LIKE YOURS  BUT THEY:
     - hear the silence in your pauses as you try and find the words to say to me
     - hear the love in your voice too, even though your words may not be perfect
   
MY FEET MAY APPEAR LIKE YOURS BUT THEY:
     - are sore from a never ending walk of grief
     - are sore from trying to run back in time to be forced to live where his footsteps can not follow

MY HEART YOU MAY ASK IF ITS LIKE YOURS?????
     - it has been shattered
     - it has been ripped apart
     - it has almost let loss destroy it past the point of repair
     - it has been cracked on the surface
     - it has been pierced with pain
     - it has also been made whole and put back together piece by piece with the love and support of
       others
     - it has been restored and is filled with hope and strength to support this body through one more
       day