Something Special

I look out the window
Haven't seen you in a while
the last time we kissed,
the last time you smiled
like I kept your heart in my pocket
to tear it out would be
like ripping an arm out
of its socket...
short of
a locket
its the only thing
sometimes I feel like
there is left to hold on to.
when the black rabbits come again
and they're calling my name
and dancing...
I'm trying to work
out something special
in a void where I'm
left wandering and lost
but the quiver of my arrows
seems to be somewhere else and
the clear vantage point I once had
has all but faded from my view.

I'm a little blind now.

I know I'm facing in the right direction
even with my seemingly mixed bag of intentions.
trying to make some more beautiful rainbows
less of living in black and white.
don't always know my
wrong from right.
don't want to fight
fade
out...