These are my Lovely Bones,
protecting those who I choose to protect.
Do not judge me.
Do not try to make sense.
I protect those that do not seem to need it.
Those that cry for that attention.
Those who start trouble.
Two hands outstretched.
Fingers interlocking to make a cage.
A union.
Something strong and not quite Unbreakable,
but held in such a way,
like a shelter in a storm,
an umbrella bubble.
A Zephyr blowing along,
a fly humming vacuously along.
Sounds undulating down from heaven.
I can see you all from here.
And I promise to watch over you.
When you cross the street,
I'm the person accidentally bumping into your side that you never see,
so that car misses you by a few seconds.
I'm that tree that snacks your hat or your hair, just to make you waste time to miss your bus home.
Because waiting outside your house is someone there and when you arrive, he'll of grown bored and moved away.
I'm the little shiver that runs against the back of your neck,
reminding you to put something warm on.
I'm the little stumble in your quick walk,
making you jog into the chest of drawers and not forget your keys.
I'm the one who makes sure that I'm standing at the otherside of your picture of me,
waiting as you bend down to press a kiss against my face.
That glimmer of sunlight peeking through your curtains to get you up on time for work.
That pull on your covers to get you out of bed to remember to turn off all the switches in the house.
That feeling that you're not alone.
The positive thought that stops you doing something silly.
That giggle when you remember something from the past.
Don't forget me.
It would be nice to be remembered,
and although I'm not terribly strong,
I have someone else' shelter over me.
I walk along,
with the strong bones that have grown over me,
making me who I am today.
I'm going to see those I've missed now.
Because my personal heaven has everyone.
There's room for those who have never been sheltered.
These are my lovely Bones.
I wish you all a long and happy life.