Why I'm here, and you're there.

I really wish I had a good explanation for this. I wish I understood. You deserve to be here. You would make so much more of this than I. Why did you have to leave, and not me. I wan’t to believe you’re in a better place, but some days my faith lacks so much it’s hard to imagine you’re anywhere else but buried in the ground. It makes no sense why you’re there, wherever there is, and i’m here, not making anything of this.