Why?

Do I dare tamper with things I know nothing of?
Is it right to try and contact the other side?
See, you left me here to deal with earthly life alone, my love
I need to talk to you and make sure you are all right since you died.

I am so lonely and forlorn, all I want to do is cry
I must contact you, so I may go on with my life
Always wanting comfort in knowing why did you have to die?
I miss you so you were my friend, my lover, my wife.

I must find a medium to guide me to your spiritual world
I must talk with you, my love just one more time
We will try and contact you, we wait on communication from you to unfurl
As we wait to hear from you, everything so silent just like a mime.

Sitting around the table, we patiently wait for something to happen
Across the room it seems like a white mist appears
Hoping what I'm trying to do is not considered a sacrilege or a sin
The mist takes a form, it speaks, but what you say is very unclear.

I strain my ears as I try to understand what you say
I'm filled with fright but I will not flee
As I listen closely, I make out what you are trying to say
Moaning and crying you say "Why did you have to kill me?"