Message In A Bottle

My cold fingers drift across the tomb stone as if I were moving the few strands of hair left in her face,
that same way I did so long ago, that very same way I did as she lay lifeless and pained in her casket.
Nothing that beautiful can die. Not forever.
I raised my eyes to a small white rabbit across from the wood, where my dearest lay 6 feet closer to everlasting hell..
What a cliche, what a mess.
I cant breath now, its hard to believe you are missing from this earth.
Like the last piece to this- now unsolvable puzzle.
Where will life take me, where have you gone.
The white rabbit mocked me, for it new my pain.

What of a white rabbit in a cemetery?
It may as well have been black, like the depths of my heart.
Like the dark that consumed my very insides and drifts into my blood.
I am empty now. Stranded like an empty bottle sent into the ocean.
One thing I know as a fact, an empty bottle is no help when you search the ocean for your answers...