SEANCE

THE SEANCE

I see you there
as real as everything I can touch now
as all I can see now
You are as real as today
As true as the present

I reach out trying to make a memory tangible
Was is real, What we did.
Was it a ghost then like it is now
I never felt like running and running
back then
Indefinable emotions take possession
of all I have known in the past
which speeds past me
Stamping it's authority
on every crevice
every back-wall
every sleep
every step forward

You're not here
You're not there
The past is eternally
Trying to get to the present
As if it's very soul depended on it
And that it just how it feels
When I am pulled back
again and again
To look over the ruins
and the roads
Of something we thought was real
And now has gone

The exile is surreal
Dead but still talking
Events still happening
I walk over graves
I am chased and chased
Into exhaustion
The present is knocking on the past
and asking questions
Invaded the house
and opening the door.
To an empty house.