my seance

I see you everywhere
your hands tightly in your pockets
walking towards me like you need me
a vague memory glides past you
some weak time in our strength 
you don't let it shift your focus from me
I let the tide change
I wait for you under the street light
there
in the night
like I used to
when we saw each other unexpectedly 
you were my blue paint always
you handed me your canvas like a present
but now your hands are empty 
except for that torn fabric in your jeans
there's a waveless air now
no fickle memories, no tears or lonely nights beside each other
when you would kiss the inside of my arm and I would think "I could die like this..."
you are my muse that will soon become the center
in my seance of eternal love