Seance

Candle smoke and incense curls intertwine,

A shiver down your spine,

a voice that once sounded like home.

You haven't heard it in years,

yet you'd know it anywhere.

Once here, once yours,

now shuffled off this mortal coil.

You whisper over candlelight,

and pray they miss you too.

The voice lingers in the darkness,

and cracks with every word it drops.

This wasn't who you divined for,

as the shadows grow,

white knuckles you grip the table,

begging that it stops.

The candlelight dims,

yet you can still smell the wax,

there's a silence in the air,

so deafening it suffocates.

You feel their breath upon your neck,

and know you're not alone anymore.

Be careful what you wish for,

on longing lonely breaths,

for it may not be an angel,

who finds you at your depths.